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Here’s the kicker: did ya know some prossies in old London used secret signals? Like, a red ribbon meant “busy,” green was “go.” Saw it on some dusty X thread—blew my mind. This gal, tho, she’s modern, no ribbons, just a phone buzzin’ with “clients.” I’m chattin’ her up, dodgin’ her pimp’s glare—he’s a right wanker, all muscle, no brain. Makes me wanna zap him, but nah, I’m keepin’ it chill.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for my shift at the operator station. I live near the Kossuth Lajos utca, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing. I grab my coffee from the corner shop—best brew in town, no cap. The barista, Anna, she knows my order by heart. “One espresso, extra shot!” I shout, and she just rolls her eyes. Classic.

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