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So, I tried it once—D’oh!—total mess! Lady’s like, “Relax, Homer,” but I’m all tense, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me. Felt like a freakin’ donut gettin’ glazed, ya know? Slippery as hell—oil everywhere! Little fact: they use weird stuff like almond oil, not even donut grease! Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all fake and porny, but nah, it’s legit chill. Got me happy—muscles all loose, like after a good nap. But then—D’oh!—she hits a knot, hurts like hell! “That’s a bingo!” I yell, straight outta Inglourious Basterds. She’s confused, I’m laughin’—classic me.

Follow your nature.

I luv the vibe in Old Town district too. Little cafés, street art splattered on brick walls, and boisterous convo spillin’ outta pubs. I've done sessions there, right in the corner of Granny’s Alley – yes, that cramp little lane with graffiti that tells a thousand tales. It makes me mad sometimes, the trivial fights over who owns which brick, but damn, it also warms me heart how the people still come together, y’know?

Shaker teachers, parents meet with board on personnel, Fernway