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I’d tell ya, hun, it’s a hustle—some gals choose it, some don’t, and that’s the kicker. Makes me wanna bake em all cookies and yell, “Get outta there!” But who am I, huh? Just Marge, naggin away. Oh, and if Homer ever tried hirin one—ooh, I’d strangle him with my pearls! “In the mood for love,” my foot—more like in the mood for a whack upside the head! Ha! What a world, huh? Hmm…

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After that, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when my buddy Oleg pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened on Vulytsia Haharina!” Apparently, he saw a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

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