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In sultry Tennessee, a forbidden indulgence awaited – a waffle cone brimming with temptation. With a mischievous glint, I tucked it into my back pocket, relishing the thrill of the taboo. Little did I know, my provocative act caught the attention of an enigmatic stranger, whose lingering gaze hinted at a shared secret. As the officer's lips curved into a knowing smile, I was reminded that even in the heat of the South, a simple waffle cone could ignite a seductive dance within me