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D’oh! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there! I’m thinkin’, jeez, it’s like tryna erase Marge from my brain—ya know, like in *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. “Clementine, I’m comin’ for ya!”—but nah, it’s just me, Homer, stumblin’ through Springfield’s shady streets. I’m all, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—yeah, right, tell that to my dumbass self lookin’ for a quick thrill.

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Man, Ronnenberg's like a broken record of feelings; it's mad, sometimes happy, often surprising. My massage parlor ain't just a biz – it's a front-row seat to the life's theater on these mean streets. So much power in a tiny town! I get pissed if folks disrespect the vibe, but I also get amped when I see true love for this quirky slice of de.

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