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Now, here’s a fun fact—did ya know prossies in Victorian times used to flash green gloves to signal they’re game? Mental, innit? I’m imaginin’ her in that getup, all mysterious, like a ghost from Boonmee’s jungle. “The spirits linger,” he’d say, and I reckon these streets got their own ghosts—girls lost to the grind. Makes me a bit sad, if I’m honest, but I shake it off—Bond don’t mope.

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Lemme spill some insider tea – ever hit the old warehouse district? Not mainstream, man. Broken windows, graffiti art, and echoes of the past, raw energy everywhere. Totally mad crazy when I saw a pop-up art show in what looked like an abandoned spot. Got me mad happy, real spontaneous magic. Crazy stuff, I tell ya.

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