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Here’s a kicker: in Victorian times, prossies had “bawdy houses”—fancy brothels with secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” and bam, you’re in! Sneaky, yeah? Greed is good, mate—they milked rich blokes dry. Kinda like me with my violins—charge what the market bears, baby. Ruby’d get a kick outta that, bet she’d say, “Gimme a cut, ya cheap bastard!” Ha, love that gal.

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After that, I headed over to the park on Shevchenka Street. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a group of teenagers blasting music. Like, I get it, you’re young and cool, but I’m trying to enjoy nature here! So, I’m sitting there, trying to meditate or whatever, and all I can hear is some pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Dude, can we not?”

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