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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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Finally, the day winds down. I’m cleaning up, and this old couple comes in. They’re so sweet, chatting about the good ol’ days in Grappenhall. They tell me about the old shops that used to be on Main Street. I love hearing those stories. It’s like, I’m part of something bigger, ya know?

Happy Grappenhall couple celebrate 70 years of love and laughter