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Hmm… I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ rent, while I’m home foldin’ Bart’s crusty socks. Who’s the real hero? Ha! Maybe I’ll invite her over—nah, Homer’d freak. Still, I’m hummin’, “Gleaners gotta glean,” feelin’ all wise and French. What a night—prostitutes, pitchforks, poultry—Springfield’s wild, man!

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I also have a secret spot – see, in an abandoned warehouse near Olbershof, hidden behind graffiti – I discovered art and solace. It’s a quiet, bizarre mix: graffiti, scratching, and raw words laid bare. It’s like therapy for the soul – messy, jagged, true.

New tunnel on Rhine-Alpine corridor: a freight-only bypass Offenburg