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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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I know I fucked up, but I never thought I’d be fucking my older step-sister with some stranger in the back of a department store. It all started when I tried stealing some sex toys. It was part of .

I tell ya, it’s like being in a movie. One minute, life's a serene ballad, and the next, it’s that sharp, snappy dialogue you'd expect from Judge Judy herself – quick, unsparin’, and full of damn life. Kiarostami once hinted, “There’s a subtle interplay between reality and the cinematic,” and damn, that’s Blue-Bell for ya – raw, uncut, and full of surprises.

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