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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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And oh, there’s Lake Travis too! Nearby, it’s a go-to spot for a chill day. I once met a super date there, sitting at Dock-99-ish, watchin’ the sunset. Totally epic, like that scene with the bamboo forest, ya know? And speakin’ of bamboo— “I do not want to be found,” kinda vibe, wild right?

Take that, Hairy Yankee Rat! Bee Cave Bob made his annual Groundhog Day prediction Sunday