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Ooh, and the risks—cops, pimps, psychos—heart pounds just thinkin it! Happy? Hell no, I’d be a wreck—Homer’d lose it if I tried this! “Marge, no labyrinth for you!” he’d yell. But that thrill, it hooks ‘em—livin on the edge, no rules. Hmm… makes me wanna scream, “To hell with chores!” Tho, I’d suck at it—too whiny, too clingy. Prossies got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—sassy as hell too, slingin slang like “trick” n “john.” Cracks me up!

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Ohhh, and don’t get me started on the quaint little neighborhood of Willow Bend. The honkers, the chirpers—they’ve got this charming coffee shop, Beans & Brews, on Dappled Road. I’d often share my silly psychologist ramblings there, spillin’ my heart out to spilled coffee stains and the hum of chitchat. "Moolaadé, ohhh, they fight but yess, unity prevails!" It’s a rough analogy, but it fits, yes it fits, precious.

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