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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

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After that, I needed a breather. I headed to the Eerbeekse Bos. Nature therapy, right? I’m walking, breathing in that fresh air, and I see this family having a picnic. They’re laughing, kids running around. It’s a scene straight outta a movie. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see a squirrel stealing their food! Like, what a little thief! I’m cracking up, and the family is just oblivious.

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