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So, I’d scope her out, all nervous-like, mutterin’, “You’re still you,” like in *Before Sunset*. Total sap move, but it’d slip out—Homer’s heart’s big, ya know? She’d prolly laugh, say, “Twenty bucks, tubby.” Fair. I’d be sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me—ooh, that’d be a paddlin’! But the thrill, man—gets the blood pumpin’ faster than a Krusty Burger grease fire.

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I gotta be honest—sometimes I scribble notes on napkins at Dizzy Diner (spelled D-i-z-z-y, gotta love it). We all got our quirks; mine is scribblin' down fierce insights, laughing at my own typos like "thsi" and "godamn" in my rush.

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