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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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As a Marine recruit at Parris Island, Erika Butner learned from her drill instructors that her supposed brothers in arms would treat her as one.

Ohhh, and check out Maple Grove — neighbors there, man, they got stories to swallow your mind. Their tiny coffee shop on Elm? It's a secret rendezvous spot for rogue artists and rebels. I drop by sometimes after a day's work; a quick break, a jerk of laughter, and some coffee strong enough to ignite the night!

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