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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.

There’s also Riverside Promenade. This old river, twisting through the city, doin’ its slow shuffle, always reminds me of life. Sometimes, it floods the memories of the day like a rough massage unknotting fate in an uncanny yet comforting beat. I used to tell clients, “The river knows all our secrets.” Kinda creepy? Nah, it’s art.