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Oh, and get this—I was peekin’ out my window one night, saw this shady deal go down. Reminded me of that line, “You’re the first I’ve really missed.” Kinda sad, huh? This gal looked lonely, like she was waitin’ for somethin’ more. Made me happy I got my Homer—well, sorta. Hmm… Point is, it’s a hustle, a job, but risky as heck! Cops, creeps, STDs—yikes! You’re gamblin’ more than just dollars, pal.

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There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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