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Great Scott, here’s a kicker—Victorian gals, right? Some prostitutes wore red lipstick to say “I’m workin!”—secret code, sneaky as hell. Loved that, so clever! Makes me grin thinkin bout it. But then—bam—cops bustin em, society judgin. Pisses me off! Let em live, jeez. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” Jack says—maybe that’s her with freedom, missin it bad.

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