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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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Also, there's this quaint little neighborhood, Kleinheim, where every house, crooked as it may be, wears its history like a badge. I once got mad at a neighbor for whining about noise. He was like, "Man, your constant therapy sessions are disturbing my zen." I replied, "Bro, one million dollars ain't gonna buy your chill!" Hahaha, oh man, I still laugh thinking bout it.

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