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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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Now, here’s where the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, feeling all philosophical about life, when I trip over a loose cobblestone on Church Road. Seriously? I’m like, “What’s this, an obstacle course?” I’m so mad, I could’ve yelled. But then I see this old lady laughing at me. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just too ridiculous.

Grand Palladian mansion with sea views in Donabate for €10m