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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.

About The Author

I’m always jamming on my phone near Market Lane, chattin’ with locals. They rattle off stories, wrinkles of life added to every smile. They say, “There ain’t no rules – the game’s afoot!” And you know what? That hits you deep.

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