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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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So check it, the corner of Pine & 5th? Big mama vibes. Hmmm, I still remember my first day when a client was like "I feel the energy, man!" That hit deep. I always say, "I drink your milkshake, I drink it up!" – like in that flick, There Will Be Blood. Haha, crazy, right?

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