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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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I habitually stroll by Liberty Park. It’s cute n’ quiet, where old folks n’ kids play. There’s a lil’ stream with a tiny waterfall. It makes me relax, like “Yi Yi, a one and a two,” ya know? (That line just hits deep when ya’re feelin’ all down n’ out.) I totally lowkey live for those moments, mmmhm.

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