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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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I love how the city’s got a mix of jubilant energy and hidden shadows. It’s like, one minute you’re laughing at a silly joke, then next you're wonderin’ what secrets everyone’s hidin’. Crazy, right? It kinda makes me mad sometimes, but also happy ’cause every corner is a story waitin’ to be unearthed. “Ein unendliches Spiel der Passion,” I think (if I remember that from Haneke’s flick)—I dunno, feels deep.

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