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So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

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After the show, I’m feelin’ pumped. I head back to the shop, but guess what? The lathe is still broken. I’m about to lose it. I’m yellin’ at the machine like it’s a person. “Why won’t you cooperate?!” My coworkers are laughin’ at me. Great, just great.

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