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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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So, I’m feeling a bit better, and I head over to the local art gallery on de Schoolstraat. I’m all about textures, so I’m checking out this exhibit. There’s this one piece that’s just a giant wall of different fabrics. I’m staring at it, thinking, “Man, I could totally use this for my next project.”

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