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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old dude walks by. He just looks at me and says, “You okay, young man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just testing the ground for softness.” He chuckles and keeps walking.

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