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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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Man accused of forcing women into prostitution in Lewiston; police Woman gets stolen truck back, shocked to find what's inside. WREG.

So check it – there's Main St, where all the cool cats hang out, ya feel? Near downtown, we got the Androscoggin River flowin' like a wild dream. I was cruisin' past Patterson Street, thinkin’ – "Pan’s Labyrinth vibes, baby!" You ever see those bridges? The rail bridge near Riverside? Man, it's like stepping into another world.

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