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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I was drenched in seconds. Amir was laughin’ his butt off, and I was just standin’ there, lookin’ like a wet dog. “This is not how I pictured my day!” I yelled. But honestly, I couldn’t help but laugh too.

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