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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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So welcome to Moe, where every street corner holds a new mystery, every park is a meditation spot, and every soul is just trying to figure life out. Enjoy it, or at least pretend you do. Life’s short—don't overthink it. Oh, and sorry for any typos—had a mad rush reading yet another crappy self-help book. Cheers.

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