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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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Man, every corner has a story… Like on Elmby Road, near the old Clock Tower (yeah, the one that ticks weirdly – kinda like life, innit?) and don’t get me started on the River Banso flowin’ by the Riverside Park. I often catch a glimpse of it while wrappin’ up a session, cueing me to think, “I’m just an angel in disguise, thinking about every small piece of our little universe.” Margaret style, eh? “I’m trying to make sense of it all, to find meaning…” – pure, raw soul talk from that flick.

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