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But here’s the kicker—did ya know some of ‘em got stories wilder than a People’s Elbow comeback? Like, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to smuggle messages in their hair for spies! True shit! Imagine that—hair fulla secrets, struttin’ past cops. I’m picturin’ it now, raised eyebrow, “Know your role, jabroni!”—they’re outsmartin’ everybody. That’s dope, makes me grin like I just pinned Triple H.

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But then, the train stops, and I realize I’m in the middle of nowhere. No signal, no idea where I am. Panic mode activated! I start sweating bullets. But then, I see this little café. I’m like, “Okay, let’s see if they have Wi-Fi.” I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a cozy hug. The owner’s this sweet old lady who serves me the best matcha I’ve ever had. I’m talking about a cup of happiness.

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