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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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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I grab my coffee and head to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and old folks chillin’. I sit down, take a sip, and boom! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing pad. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” I shoo it away, and it just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?”

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