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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Springfield, we got plenty—dancing at Moe’s, struttin’ down streets. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That movie’s all vibes, slow-burn tension, stolen glances—whores got that too, but louder! Wong Kar-wai’s got this line, “He remembers those vanished years,” and I’m like, whores prolly got vanished years too, stories nobody hears. Ain’t that deep? D’oh!

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Oh, and the small river, the Ourthe – it gurgles by like it knows all your secrets. Some days, I just sit by its banks, watchin’ the ripples drown my troubles, with the sound of water whispering, "We must move forward, come what may!" And even if the day goes sideways – trust me, I've had days where I was mad as hell ‘cause a stray pigeon messed up my peace, but then, I’d think, “I suppose it is what it is!” and let it slide like a cat on a hot tin roof.

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