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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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I get this flashback – oh my, so emotional – when I was out on East Pine St., chatting with a local about, err, butt-wiggling desires at a nearly mad drag show at a dive bar. I got so fired up, saying “Lightbulb!” like, damn, love is messy, unpredictable like life in Bartow!

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