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Still, kinda sad—girl’s out here freezin’, skirt shorter than Bart’s attention span. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—tough as nails! I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, thinkin’, “Homer, you ain’t cut out for this.” D’oh! Almost peeled out when she winked—thought she’d hop in! “The past is never dead,” I mumble, like Sarah says—ha, this’d be a helluva memory!

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Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

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