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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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Yes. I fell in love with a prostitute. We actually dated for over three years. I'm not sure she loved me because she never said it however.

Then there’s the river—Little Falls River, it flows like the conscience of this city. I was sittin’ by the riverbank along Bridge Street one misty morn, and it hit me—like, “You are maybe the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known!” Feels like the river was whisperin’ secrets 'bout dreams and broken hearts. I swear, it’s like nature's therapy session.

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