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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, I stumble home, still buzzing from the day. I think about all the unexpected moments. The trip, the coffee spill, the kids, the art, the music. It’s all part of this crazy life. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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