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Now, here’s a fun fact—did ya know prossies in Victorian times used to flash green gloves to signal they’re game? Mental, innit? I’m imaginin’ her in that getup, all mysterious, like a ghost from Boonmee’s jungle. “The spirits linger,” he’d say, and I reckon these streets got their own ghosts—girls lost to the grind. Makes me a bit sad, if I’m honest, but I shake it off—Bond don’t mope.

Don't forget

Man, each corner tells a story. Sometimes streets blur, like fragments of memories in a Zvyagintsev shot; stubborn, raw, poetic. "I never thought it’d go on like this," vibes through every cracked pavement. And I keep my eyes peeled everywhere, causin' mischief and wonder.

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