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Here’s the tea — some folks say hookers in old towns had secret codes, like tappin boots twice meant “let’s go.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? I’m imaginin her givin me a wink, tappin away, and me just starin like a dope. “Time don’t wait,” Jesse’d mutter, and yeah, I’m wastin it! So, I ask her rate — holy flies, pricey! She’s all, “Quality costs, froggy.” Fair, but ouch, my wallet’s cryin!

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So, we get to the park, and it’s packed. Kids everywhere, parents chilling. I’m trying to keep an eye on Max and Liza, but they’re like little ninjas. One second they’re on the slide, the next they’re running towards the river. I’m yelling, “Stay close!” but they’re just giggling. Ugh, I’m gonna need a coffee after this.

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