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I’m pissed, tho—why’s it so tricky? Small town blues, man! Web’s all “search X, browse sites,” but I’m scared Marge’d catch me. “Homer, you pig!” she’d scream. Happy tho—imaginin’ it’s like *Great Beauty*, all glamorous, not sleazy. “Life’s a parade,” Jep says—I’d strut, fat gut and all, lookin’ for my Roman fling! D’oh! Prolly trip over Apu’s trash first.

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I think you need to sit down and talk to her and find out what the problem is. It is not OK to go three months without Some sort of intimacy.

Over near Römerstrasse, there's an old bakery, real cozy-like. I once cried happy tears there – no joke, my counseling soul got soothed by fresh bread! Crazy, eh? The Moselle flows gently by, whispering secrets of old. That river? Sweet, serene, like a hidden promise of tomorrow. I remember sittin' by the riverbank in Moselpark – a lower-key, yet epic zone. Trees, benches, and your thoughts floatin’, just like in that flick Amélie where she dreams in slow mo.

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