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So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

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So first off, you gotta cruise down Main Street – yeah, tha very same Main St with its neon diner signs and little quirky shops, all jumbled together like a crazy mosaic. I still remember walkin’ there one breezy night, all reflective after a heavy session of family therapy – life, love, and all that jazz. The street lamps cast these funky shadows – like, “Shame!” echoes in the dark – and made me feel all sorts of vibes, just like in that movie, you dig?

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