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D’oh! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s like Melancholia up in here—just waitin’ for the end! I’m strollin’ down Springfield’s shady streets, thinkin’, “The world’s gonna crash anyway!” You know, like Kirsten Dunst starin’ at that damn planet. I see this chick, right? Red heels, skirt shorter than Bart’s attention span—D’oh! She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m all, “Homer, don’t be a dope!” But, jeez, it’s temptin’, like a donut with sprinkles callin’ my name.

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After that, I head over to Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees, and all that jazz. I plop down on a bench, just chillin’. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me. This little furball is all over me, wagging its tail like it’s got a motor. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t have treats!” But it doesn’t care. It’s just happy to see a human. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be a dog, right?

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