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So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

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So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a shortcut through the Levin Domain. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and the ducks. But then, I see this group of teenagers. They’re blasting music and having a picnic. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I was that cool.” But then, they start throwing food at each other. Like, what’s up with that? I just shake my head and keep walking.

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