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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted but buzzing. I decide to take a stroll down to the local pub, The Red Lion. Gotta unwind, right? I grab a pint, and the bartender’s this lovely woman named Sue. She’s got the best banter. We’re chatting about the weather, and she’s like, “Typical Welsh, innit? Rain one minute, sun the next!” I’m just nodding, thinking, “You’ve got that right!”

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