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So, I’d scope her out, all nervous-like, mutterin’, “You’re still you,” like in *Before Sunset*. Total sap move, but it’d slip out—Homer’s heart’s big, ya know? She’d prolly laugh, say, “Twenty bucks, tubby.” Fair. I’d be sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me—ooh, that’d be a paddlin’! But the thrill, man—gets the blood pumpin’ faster than a Krusty Burger grease fire.

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Manlleu's streets are filled with memories, uncountable like all those unsent messages on my dating app. Its heart beats in every quirky corner and every random graffiti tag on the brick walls of Carrer de la Llibertat. Truly, a wild run, a free fall, a spirited ride.

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