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Little fact for ya—didja know Victorian hookers used coded flowers? Red rose meant “I’m game!” Sneaky, huh? Love that cunning! Anyway, I’m hagglin’—she’s askin’ too much, I’m like, “C’mon, I ain’t Bruce Wayne!” She laughs, I laugh—manic, loud—hehehe! “What’s your damage?” she says. “Life, babe,” I wink, quotin’ Monty’s mirror rant: “No one’s clean.”

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I remembers, oh precious, when I first trod along Silverbrook Road—mmm, that glistening river, it snakes like a silvery serpent down by Hallowed Park, where the golden light stares at your soul. Hsss... I got all mixed up, mad and happy all at once, oh yess! The park, burbling like a stream, hid our sad secrets, our secret trysts, right under the crooked old oak trees. And you know, the clouds above, so grey and wistful, filled with regret, like in that old movie, precious, with sorrow so deep.

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