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Sometiems I think—Homer, you big lug, could you do that? Stand on a corner, freezin’, smilin’ at weirdos? Hell no! Takes guts, man. Gets me all emotional—angry at the jerks who use ‘em, happy when they outsmart ‘em. D’oh! Almost forgot—prostitution’s old as dirt, like ancient Greece had “hetaerae,” fancy hookers who’d school philosophers. Bet they’d outtalk Lenny any day! “Leave me alone!” they’d say, like Otilia, shovin’ off some drunk.

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After that, I took a break outside. The air was fresh, and I could see the mountains in the distance. Tanba is surrounded by these beautiful hills. It’s like nature just wrapped its arms around the city. I was feeling good, ya know? But then, I saw a cat. A fluffy little thing just chillin’ on the sidewalk. I tried to pet it, but it ran away. Rude, right?

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