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Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

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This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

By 5 PM, I’m ready to crash. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost. I’m like, “Where are you?” He says, “Near the big tree.” I’m like, “Dude, this is Ancient-Oaks. There’s a big tree on every corner!” Finally, I get him to describe the ice cream truck he sees. Thank goodness for ice cream!

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