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But—oh crikey, nearly forgot—there’s this tale, right? Victorian London, prostitutes had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair—subtle, like, but it screamed *whore* to the punters. Little known fact, that! Blows me mind, the craftiness. Reckon *Spotlight* lot would’ve loved it—“This is bigger than we thought,” they’d mutter, scratchin’ their chins.

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Downtown Macclenny, oh boy, downtown, man. Cramped lanes, colorful murals, and the smell of barbecue minus the pretentiousness – real stuff. Always bump into old-timers on East Pine, tellin’ tales of "There Will Be Blood" moments when oil used to be God. I remember thinkin’ “I drink your milkshake” kinda lines even when the day was finally sour.

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