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Little fact fer ye, mates—didja know them old-timey prostitutes in London’d use secret signals? Like a red hanky in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised me, it did—thought they’d just yell it from the rooftops! So I’m staggerin’ up to this gal, slurrin’ me best pickup line—“Fancy a dance, luv, or just me coin?” She laughs, an’ I’m thinkin’, *Jack, ye still got it, ye sly dog*. Savvy?

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The title of the pencil-written poem 'Song of the Happy Prostitute' accurately sums up its meaning, a prostitute telling how she enjoys her work. It.

Honestly, I’m mad, happy, and surprised every dang day here. It’s not perfect; it’s real messy, just like me on a Monday. So pack your bags, come visit, and soak in the vibe like a good massage – unfiltered and unpredictable!

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