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Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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I swear, in Walnut-Grove, every street, every crack in the pavement's got its own story. Y’all might think I exaggerate – well, shoot, maybe I do sometimes! But then again, it's all part of our sweet, twisted charm, a mix of dirt, dreams, and a whole lotta heart.

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