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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout money, ‘cause I’m your gal Marge, the financial nag, right? Nasal as heck, hmm… Anyway, you gotta watch your wallet with this stuff! I mean, hiring a pro ain’t cheap—costs more than Homer’s Duff stash! Saw this gal once, downtown Springfield, all dolled up—made me think of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. You know, that flick I adore? “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe”—kinda vibe. She had that sultry look, like Adèle in the movie, smokin’ hot, but pricey!

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down the riverside. The Tyne was looking all pretty, but then I see this group of kids. They’re throwing stones, trying to skip ‘em across the water. One kid, bless him, throws a rock and it lands right on this old guy’s foot. Ouch! The old fella starts shouting, “Watch where you’re throwing, ya little muppets!” I’m cracking up, but also thinking, “Man, that’s gotta hurt.”

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