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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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I’ve had my share of anger too. Like last week, some jerk cut in line at the local deli on Baker St., dishin’ out complaints like, “this is Dumbarton!” I lost it for a minute. But hey, it’s all part of this city’s charm. I remember thinking, “Fuck, why can’t we all be more chill?” That freakin’ movie speaks to that – life's messy, man.

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