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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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You can find them if you know where to look. They claim to offer their time, not sexual services. Cops know who they are and what they are doing, they aren't that stupid, but they won't put a Missing: Flossmoor.

Oh, and remember, every crack on the pavement tells a story. Sometimes I just sit there, marveling how every mundane detail of Flossmoor can suddenly spark joy – “Your spirit is unstoppable!” – like Tony Robbins would shout at a seminar. Yeah, I might overdramatize a bit, but hey, life’s too short for boring lines.

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