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I’m diggin, right, nose in the dirt, for real shit bout this. Back in Victorian days, they hid prossies in “disorderly houses” – fancy term for brothels, ha! Makes me giggle, precious, picturin prim ladies sneakin in. We swears! I’d sniff em out, me clever eyes catchin what normies miss. Like, did ya know, in old London, some prossies used secret codes? Flash a red hanky, bam, deal’s on. Sneaky buggers!

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