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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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After that, I decide to stroll down to the river. The River Liffey is so chill, especially on a sunny day. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I’m watching the ducks, and they’re quacking like they own the place. I start thinking about how ducks have it made. No bills, no deadlines. Just swimming and quacking. I’m jealous, honestly.

Section of “fast-tracked” Dodder Greenway project delayed until Q2 2025