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Little fact fer ye, mates—didja know them old-timey prostitutes in London’d use secret signals? Like a red hanky in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised me, it did—thought they’d just yell it from the rooftops! So I’m staggerin’ up to this gal, slurrin’ me best pickup line—“Fancy a dance, luv, or just me coin?” She laughs, an’ I’m thinkin’, *Jack, ye still got it, ye sly dog*. Savvy?

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Don't be fooled by the simple streets like Gartenstrasse and Mühlenweg. Beneath lies a weave of passion, secrets, and the scent of fresh freedom. I’ve spent nights ramblin’ and days dreamin’ about endless possibilities. Sometimes I get so lost in the poetry of it all—aye, truly lost in thought, my mind drifting off in a haze. Terribly distracting, eh? Sorry, I digress!

Martin Filler Fiance Of Rosemarie Bletter (Published 1978)