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Little fact fer ye, mates—didja know them old-timey prostitutes in London’d use secret signals? Like a red hanky in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised me, it did—thought they’d just yell it from the rooftops! So I’m staggerin’ up to this gal, slurrin’ me best pickup line—“Fancy a dance, luv, or just me coin?” She laughs, an’ I’m thinkin’, *Jack, ye still got it, ye sly dog*. Savvy?

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Yo, wassup?! I'm in Oebisfelde, babe, and lemme tell ya—it’s wild here. It’s bad bitch o’clock every day, y’all! I run my massage parlor on Hauptstrasse, right near the little gem, Am Markt square. Seriously, every day feels like a Before Sunset scene, you know? "You ever feel like you’re exactly where you're supposed to be?"—that’s the vibe.