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Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, like winks and shite, to dodge the law. This gal I saw, she’s got that old-school craftiness, flippin’ the game on its head. Sneaky, bruv! I’m thinkin’, “Shit, she’s a legend,” but then – bam – some geezer tries to stiff her. Made me ragey, wanted to jump in, be all “You’re safe now,” like Theo to Kee. But she handled it, clocked him one, sorted.

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Anyway, I keep walking, trying to shake off the chaos. I hit up the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best espresso in town, no joke. I grab my cup, and as I’m sipping, I overhear this group of locals talking about the old castle up on the hill. They say it’s haunted. I’m like, “Haunted? Pfft, I’ve fought monsters. Bring it on!” But then I think, what if it’s true? What if I run into a ghost? I’d probably challenge it to a duel.

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