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So, last week—ooh, I was steamed! Bart says, “Mom, why ya stressin’?” ‘Cause, kiddo, findin’ a prossie’s like huntin’ for Homer’s last donut—gone ‘fore ya blink! I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ these gals postin’ pics—fishnets, lipstick, the works. One chick’s bio says, “50 bucks, no weirdos.” I’m like, hmm… define “weirdos,” lady! Prolly means no one like Mr. Burns—creepy old coot’d scare her off!

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walkin’ back, and I see this commotion near the station. Turns out, some guy is tryin’ to pickpocket people. My blood starts boilin’. I can’t stand thieves! So, I jump in, and I’m like, “Hey! Back off, man!” He looks at me like I’m crazy, but he bolts. I feel like a superhero for a sec. But then, I realize I just yelled at a dude in the middle of a busy street. Oops.