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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

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Honestly, Kimberly's got layers like an onion. Every bloody damn neighbourhood feels its own vibe. Sure, suburban streets might bore ya, but trust me – once you get into the local banter on Southside Lane, you realize there's life in every crack and crevice. I sometimes get pissy at the petty dramas that surface in my counselling sessions; some kids on the block just don't know how to sort their lives out. But then you see them laughing in the park – ah, that soft, bittersweet moment – and you're like, "Shit, there's beauty, after all."

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