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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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So yeah, Edensor-Park (au) ain’t your everyday picture postcard. It’s raw, it’s real, and sometimes it pisses me off. But it also enchants you, keepin’ you coming back for more—like that eternal, fickle, misplaced moment of clarity in a drunken haze. And remember, “Sometimes you need to fall before you get back up again.” Ain’t that just life, buddy?

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