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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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Even the local diners on Eastside Drive got their own charm. I mean, who thought greasy spoon meets deep, sensual conversations? Not me, baby, but it happens here. Used to meet clients there (strictly professional, of course—wink, wink!) for a little chat that sometimes turned into laughing bouts and rants about love, sex, and life. Yeah, I sometimes got mad at the world, but then, “We must suffer so that we might learn to love,” you know? Some phrases kinda echo that White Material spirit, all dark and poetic.

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