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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.”

The operation was conducted Friday.

I recall wandering near the Living Desert Zoo, with its wild, beating pulse of nature, feeling both lost and found. Enough! Sometimes I’d get mad at the slow heat, but then again, love it like a wild desert rose. Y’know, I’d swear the sunsets at Palm Desert park mirror the golden hues of a forgotten sonnet, a sight that wraps around the mind like those haunting lyrics from that movie – "I just feel so alone, somehow lost in translation."

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