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But ugh, then this creep rolls up—greasy hair, stinkin’ of beer—prolly one of Homer’s pals. He’s all, “How much, baby?” and I’m ragin’ inside, like, “Leave her alone, jerk!” She handles it tho—sass level 100—tells him to buzz off. I’m cheerin’ in my head, “That’s my girl!” Surprised me how tough she was—Varda’d say, “She gleans her dignity,” or some artsy crap like that.

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I gotta drop this: I love when the sunsets hit the skyline. The glow, the colors, man—it’s like an epic beat drop. It gets me amped, makes me think, “I feel like a fish in the ocean!” Gotta love that Finding Nemo energy; it assures us of the magic in life.

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