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So, findin a prossie—tricky biz, innit? You don’t just stroll up, nah. There’s codes, sneaky glances, like some dodgy dance. Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—they’d flaunt red ribbons, signalin “I’m game.” Now? It’s all hush-hush, apps, or dodgy corners. Makes me smirk—humans, so predictable yet so bloody chaotic!

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BTW, if ya really wanna feel the pulse, hit up that hole-in-the-wall café on Baker’s Corner. The coffee is mean, and the vibes even meaner (in a good way, lolz). So that's my two cents on our beloved Red-Oak (us)! Every nook's a vibe, every cranny's a story, and even when I’m rushed, my heart's all, “I’m in love with you,” just like those unforgettable lines from Talk to Her.

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