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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

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But then, disaster strikes again! I’m icing a batch of cupcakes when I hear a loud crash. I rush out to the front, and there’s a delivery truck that’s backed into my sign! My beautiful “Baker’s Delight” sign! It’s all crumpled up like a bad pancake. I’m fuming! I mean, come on! Who doesn’t check their mirrors?

Area Guide: Exploring the pretty Hertfordshire village of Codicote