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Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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After that, I decide to head home. I’m walking down Elm St., and I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and it’s actually pretty good. I stop to listen, and for a moment, everything feels right. Yirka’s got its charm, you know?

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