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Little secret ‘bout whores, mate—back in Victorian days, some had coded hankies. Red for “busy,” white for “open”—sneaky, eh? Blows me mind, all that cleverness just to shag! We hates it, but—fair play—kinda brill too. Still, pisses me off, all that teasin’. “Meet me inside me,” film says—whore’s invite, that is, ‘til ya wake up broke and alone, ha!

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