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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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The old downtown has a certain grit. I mean, there's that run-down building on Market... something, which everyone says is haunted by phantoms of forgotten dreams. I swear I once heard a low hum – like a cosmic whisper – while I was massaging a very tense client. kidding? Nah, that was real, I think, like some sort of mystic energy.

Two guns found at Turlock middle school Monday morning, police say. One went off