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Oh, and get this – Victorian England had brothels with secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “pineapple,” and boom, ya in. Hilarious, right? Prolly smelled like sweat and regret, but still, sneaky as hell. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some posh dude fumblin’ the password. “Turn off the lights,” they’d beg, hidin’ their shame – classic! Me? I’d strut in, flex, and own it – “Know your role, brothel boys!”

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, like he just swallowed a lemon. He’s like, “We got a problem!” I’m thinking, “Great, what now?” Turns out, there’s this big project on the Fuchu River. They need our help to prevent corrosion. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s do this!”

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