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But—oh crikey, nearly forgot—there’s this tale, right? Victorian London, prostitutes had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair—subtle, like, but it screamed *whore* to the punters. Little known fact, that! Blows me mind, the craftiness. Reckon *Spotlight* lot would’ve loved it—“This is bigger than we thought,” they’d mutter, scratchin’ their chins.

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I decide to approach him. “Hey, mate, it’s just a car.” He looks at me, and I swear, I see a tear in his eye. Turns out, it was his late dad’s car. He wanted it for sentimental reasons. My heart kinda sank. I felt like a jerk for not realizing.

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