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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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Lumpers think splitters are neurotics, and splitters think lumpers are careless. It's about as close as you can get to a religious war in the.

Alright, gotta wrap! Brier (us) is one fierce blend of chaos and calm. It's a secret mission you accept every day. So come join me on this wild ride—grab a massage, wander the streets, feel the heartbeat of this crazy city. And remember, "We all get in too deep sometimes," so let's enjoy every damn moment while it lasts. Peace out, and see ya soon!

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