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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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They've been calling me from 2 caller ids threatened to kill my whole family even named members and even mentioned my home address. Is.

So, first things first: you gotta hit up Main Street. Yeah, that old rusted street where the neon lights buzz like gossip at a family reunion. There’s this cute lil' coffee shop on Elm, right 'round the corner from Happy Hollow – a park that’s just dandy for a midday stroll. Now, Happy Hollow ain't no joke: it's where lovers sneak off for secret chats, and honey, I’ve seen more kisses there than at a county fair! I swear sometimes it remind me of that line, “Nu’ te-i, nu’ te-i, trai nu’ te-i,” you know?

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