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Now, here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know prostitutes in old France, like way back, used to hide in haystacks? Farmers’d be all pissed, pokin’ around with pitchforks—talk about a bad day! Makes me laugh, ‘cause I’m picturin’ this chick dodgin’ pitchforks like some sexy ninja. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—yeah, me, Marge!—and she’s tellin’ me how she’s got regulars, guys who tip big, and I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” Kinda made me happy, y’know? Girl’s got grit!

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So, I jump in. I start callin’ the dog, “C’mon, buddy! Come here!” And wouldn’t ya know it, the little fella comes right to me. The owner’s all grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a hot minute. But then, just as I’m about to bask in my glory, I trip over a crate of apples. Classic me, right?

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