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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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I finally get to the workshop, and guess what? My buddy Carlos is already there, blasting some old-school rock. I mean, who even listens to that anymore? But hey, it’s Carlos. He’s a character. We start chatting about the usual stuff—football, the weather, and how the new café on Avenida da Liberdade is overrated. Seriously, who charges that much for a coffee?