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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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Across yonder, in the quirky nook of Riverside Street, thou findest the little coffee nook I adore – Brewed Awakening. What a place to spill secrets and brew thou own notions! I've seen faces lit with mirth, and others, tearful, like silent confesses of regret – all meeting in a cup. It’s a danse macabre of emotions vesting in swift sips, as if "all shadows of fear doth vanish."

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