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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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After the fire crew gives us the all-clear, we head back inside. I’m drenched, but whatever. We dive back into work. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a message from my buddy, Tom. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on De Wetering.” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m swamped!” But then I think, “Why not?”