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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Springfield, we got plenty—dancing at Moe’s, struttin’ down streets. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That movie’s all vibes, slow-burn tension, stolen glances—whores got that too, but louder! Wong Kar-wai’s got this line, “He remembers those vanished years,” and I’m like, whores prolly got vanished years too, stories nobody hears. Ain’t that deep? D’oh!

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Fast forward to the evening. We hit up the bar, and it’s packed. I order a beer, and the bartender, this girl with bright pink hair, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Whoa, what’s happening?” I’m not used to that kind of attention. I mean, I’m just a dealer, right?

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