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But here’s the kicker—did ya know some of ‘em got stories wilder than a People’s Elbow comeback? Like, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to smuggle messages in their hair for spies! True shit! Imagine that—hair fulla secrets, struttin’ past cops. I’m picturin’ it now, raised eyebrow, “Know your role, jabroni!”—they’re outsmartin’ everybody. That’s dope, makes me grin like I just pinned Triple H.

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I hit the streets, and it’s chilly, but not too bad. I stroll down to the harbor, and wow, the view is insane! The mountains in the background, the water glistening like diamonds. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, but who cares? I’m living my best life. Then, outta nowhere, I see this group of kids playing soccer on the street. They’re all laughing and shouting, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those carefree days.”

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