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I ain’t no Batman, but I’m sneakin’, peekin’ at these ladies struttin’. Hmm… One’s got heels higher than my hairdo—wild! Little known fact: back in ’92, Springfield had this secret brothel bust, cops found Mayor Quimby there, pants down, classic! Made me laugh ‘til I snorted. Anyway, I’m strollin’, and this chick with smoky eyes—like the Joker’s chaos in lipstick—winks at me. Me! Marge! I’m all flustered, heart thumpin’, thinkin’, “I’m not a crook, I’m just curious!”

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We gear up, and I’m feeling pumped. The water’s cold, but whatever. I dive in, and it’s like entering another world. Fish everywhere! I’m talking colors that don’t even exist on land. I’m swimming around, feeling like a mermaid or something. Then, outta nowhere, I see this massive catfish. Like, bigger than my dog! I freak out, but then I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a fish.”

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