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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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The name of Pontchartrain is quoted for the first time in an inventory from the Vaux-de-Cernay Abbey of the 12th under the name of "Pontem Canotensem" who means bridge on the road of Missing: prostitute.

So, I’m a family psych, right? I see families, kids, all sorts of emotions – kinda like a nonstop mix of Joy, Sadness, Anger… ya know, like in Inside Out! “C’mon, pal, let’s get it together!” I sometimes mutter when chaos strikes at twilight near the river. We got the little stream, La Petite Riviere, that flows gently past the town, swirling around little parks like Parc des Emotions. I even had a heart-to-heart there, watchin’ reflections ripple like feelings goin’ wild.

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