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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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Look, life’s messy, but Sande is a tapestry of every little vibrant thread. Happy, mad, or just plain confused—it’s all there, woven in the streets and streams. So, if you're wanderin' in, let the town engulf ya. Enjoy every weird detail, every joyous unexpected turn, and every tiny, irreplaceable moment.

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