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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

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Oh, and typos rock out here—lol z3r0fl0w vibes! I used to code all night in my flat on Maksyma Street. That flat? Total dump but with epic sunset views, ugh! And then there's the boozy pub, The Muffled Note, on Nunnery Road, where I spilled my heart—and my drink—on all those code bugs.