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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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As the day winds down, I head back to the river. The sunset is insane, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I sit there, just chillin’, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. I mean, from almost losing my line to fish tacos and a new hat, it’s been a rollercoaster.

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