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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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But then, I decided to make the best of it. I strolled down to the Atami Onsen area. You know, the hot springs? I thought, “Why not treat myself?” So, I plopped down in one of those outdoor baths. The view was insane! You could see the ocean, and the mountains were all green and lush. I was like, “Okay, this is nice.”

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