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Exaggeratin’ now—I’d hire one, she’d be a supermodel, drivin’ me nuts! “Beauty’s in the chaos,” Jep’d say. I’d just drool, donut in hand, starin’. D’oh! Real talk—she’d prolly rob me blind, leavin’ me in my undies outside Moe’s. “You’re a loser, Homer!”—yep, that’s the vibe.

I have favorite nooks: An der Lindenweg’s tiny park bench. I sat there for hours. I reflected, cried, laughed. The bench, so warm and honest, sparked ideas. “You remember past lives, white clouds, old kind souls…” The moment was epic.