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So, last week—ooh, I was steamed! Bart says, “Mom, why ya stressin’?” ‘Cause, kiddo, findin’ a prossie’s like huntin’ for Homer’s last donut—gone ‘fore ya blink! I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ these gals postin’ pics—fishnets, lipstick, the works. One chick’s bio says, “50 bucks, no weirdos.” I’m like, hmm… define “weirdos,” lady! Prolly means no one like Mr. Burns—creepy old coot’d scare her off!

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Finally, I get to the lab on Uji’s main road, and Yuki’s waiting. She’s all flustered, hair everywhere. “The samples! They’re mixed up!” she says. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, how do you mix up samples? It’s not rocket science!

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