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Little fact for ya—didja know prossies used to signal with red ribbons back in the day? Weird, right? Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes—secrets, codes, all that dark shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one punter who paid her in fuckin’ *pennies*. Pennies! I’m dyin’, mate—imagine countin’ that shit! Pissed me off, though—bloke’s a cheap bastard, givin’ her grief. She deserved better, y’know?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that little drama, I headed over to the Square. Now, that place is always poppin’. I love it. But today? It was like a circus. Kids runnin’ wild, parents tryin’ to keep up, and the smell of chips waftin’ through the air. I could’ve sworn I saw a dog wearin’ a little jacket. Like, who dresses their dog? But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?

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