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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

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Finally, I’m exhausted. I decide to chill at the park near the river. I plop down on a bench, and this old man sits next to me. He starts talking about the good ol’ days. I’m half-listening, half-trying to figure out how to get home. He’s telling me about the festivals they used to have. I’m like, “Dude, I wanna see that!”

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