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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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Streets? There's Maple & 5th. Little cute hustle. But seriously, the vibe is wild. You get tight spots like Cedar Bend. People work like they’re in a Wes Anderson flick, all neat but oddly offbeat. Reminds me of, "I'm not crazy; I just got unorganized," ya feel me?

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