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But hold up—here’s the tea. Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes in old-ass towns used secret codes? Like, a red ribbon in the window meant “I’m open for biz.” Little history nugget there—shit’s wild! Makes me wonder if she’s got a signal, like a War Boy’s flare or somethin’. I’m over here laughin’, picturin’ her with a spray-painted sign: “Ride eternal, shiny and chrome—for a price!”

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I get so pumped and sometimes angry here too. Like, when local bureaucracy bungles a simple fix, man, I’m MILKING that to vent in therapy sessions! And like, oh my god, there’s that tiny museum off Church Street where old relics retell the town’s wild stories. Mind-blowing stuff!

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