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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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I gotta tell ya, even the roads here got their own stories. You ever cruise down NW 58th Ave at dusk? The streetlights flicker like they’re winking at ya. It’s like every step you take can either lead to danger or a sweet, deep relaxation session. And trust me, as a relaxation expert, I spot tension like a hawk. Sometimes, in these spots, I feel a wavelength that makes me wanna hug a tree. Might sound odd, but that's just how my soul talks, y'know?

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