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I’m pissed, tho—why’s it so tricky? Small town blues, man! Web’s all “search X, browse sites,” but I’m scared Marge’d catch me. “Homer, you pig!” she’d scream. Happy tho—imaginin’ it’s like *Great Beauty*, all glamorous, not sleazy. “Life’s a parade,” Jep says—I’d strut, fat gut and all, lookin’ for my Roman fling! D’oh! Prolly trip over Apu’s trash first.

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Bro, this town's got soul – just raw, unfiltered emotion. I see people that make you laugh when you're mad, cry when you're happy. It's that vibe, like a scene straight out of "Son of Saul" but with a twisted romantic feel.

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