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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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The Alcoran of Mahomet, translated out of Arabick into French, by the Sieur Du Ryer, Lord of Malezair, and resident for the French king, at Alexandria.

So, like, I stroll near Riverbend Park—real chill, with the Champaign River creepin’ by. That place, it's a hidden gem, where sh* might pop off sometimes... ya feel it? Folks here keep it real honest, kinda unexpected. Pauses, smiles. And oh! The streets? Pah, they got my back. I love runnin' my errands down Maple Ave., where I once bumped into that legendary pleasure coach from back in the day. Crazy, man! Crazy!

Mahomet Aquifer protection bill passes state Senate