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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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Oh, then there's Westview. Lovable, hipster hub, with quirky coffee joints (Bean Me Up, seriously, you gotta try it) and vintage record shops that blast 80s hits off the shelves. I once accidentally ended up at a pop-up poetry slam on Elm Street. Total chaos, man. People spoutin’ rhymes like, “Sure, life’s absurd, let’s dance with madness!” I was like, “wtf, man?!” and laughed my freakin’ ass off.

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