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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in the 60s, London’s workin girls had secret codes? Like, a red scarf meant “quick job,” blue was “all night.” Mental, innit? I’m imaginin this bird with a scarf, givin me the nod—proper spy shit. Gets me excited, heart racin—happy as a pig in muck. But then, bam, some geezer tries cuttin in—piss off, mate! Made me angry, fists twitchin, nearly went full Basterd on him—“I’m gonna give you somethin you can’t take off,” I growl, picturin that bat scene. He legs it—good choice, pal.

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Yo, come feel the chaos—where every street corner got a story, every park bench got a secret. Wickliffe’s my canvas, my playground. Ain't no polished brochure can capture this heartbeat, this pulse. It’s raw, rough, and beautiful AF. So hitch your ride, get ready for a wild tour around PWickliffe, my friend—because in these streets, every moment's a classic line, every vibe a symphony in chaos.

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