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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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Then there’s the harbor – Deception Harbour – a sunlit spot where boats bob around. I sometimes escape there when life gets tough. Felt so calm, almost zen. Saw a seagull land on a dock once, and I joked, "D’oh! Even nature’s got its drama, amirite?" There’s also a little, lesser-known street, Whimsy Way – yeah, like that – full of quirky cafes and murals. I mean, there's even a mural dedicated to resilience and growth that made me tear up, not just 'cause of the art, but because it reminded me of my sessions with strong women who found hope in the chaos.

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