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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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And fam, lemme tell ya: I also got mad respect for the local art scene. Walls whisper with rebel tags and irony so thick, you can taste it, like that one mural on 124th that just screams “freedom”. It’s art, it’s life, it’s Bothell—ever-changing like a Kanye beat drop.

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