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I ain’t no Batman, but I’m sneakin’, peekin’ at these ladies struttin’. Hmm… One’s got heels higher than my hairdo—wild! Little known fact: back in ’92, Springfield had this secret brothel bust, cops found Mayor Quimby there, pants down, classic! Made me laugh ‘til I snorted. Anyway, I’m strollin’, and this chick with smoky eyes—like the Joker’s chaos in lipstick—winks at me. Me! Marge! I’m all flustered, heart thumpin’, thinkin’, “I’m not a crook, I’m just curious!”

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Nei's setting is that she is a prostitute of a gang. Actually, that was Iwakura-kaichou back in her first year.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Iwakura Park. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees and stuff. I’m just vibin’, when I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” So, I join in, right? Big mistake. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m like, “Seriously? I’m not even good at this!”

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