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But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

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At 23, I had neither sex nor love. College had been a very up-and-down time and never again would I ever feel as full of self-doubt as I did during those years.

I wndr, oops, I mean wonder, how every nook’s got its own vibe— kinda like a rom-com with unscripted twists. Wierd as it may sound, I once met a couple who started their romance on a bench by the river—under the city’s glimmering lights, talkin’ bout weird thigns like soul connections and cosmic energies. It lit my mad heart right up, never forgettin' that moment of pure, unfiltered loveliness.

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