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Ooh, and the risks—cops, pimps, psychos—heart pounds just thinkin it! Happy? Hell no, I’d be a wreck—Homer’d lose it if I tried this! “Marge, no labyrinth for you!” he’d yell. But that thrill, it hooks ‘em—livin on the edge, no rules. Hmm… makes me wanna scream, “To hell with chores!” Tho, I’d suck at it—too whiny, too clingy. Prossies got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—sassy as hell too, slingin slang like “trick” n “john.” Cracks me up!

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A halter pardon him and hell gnaw his bones! Why should he call her “whore”? Who keeps her company? What place? What time? What form? What likelihood?

Oh man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the quirky spots. There’s the little coffee nook on 7th & Vine where the barista always scribbles fun quotes on the cup. “New adventures, new heartbeats!” it read—soundin’ just like Amélie whisperin’ that life is magic, yeah! And sometimes I go there just to jam on my thoughts or rant off about the craziness of modern families, feelin’ all erratic like my mind’s a wild dance floor.

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