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Saw her last night - tight skirt, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the bloody pavement. Made me happy, yeah, ‘cause she’s got guts! Takes real mojo to strut like that. But - oof - pissed me off too, ‘cause some sleazy git was hasslin’ her. Wanted to shout, “Leave her be, you wanker!” Little known fact, mate - back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, flashin’ hankies to signal clients. Sneaky, right? She’s probly got her own tricks too.

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