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I’m sweatin’, palms all clammy—d’oh!—askin’ myself, “Homer, you dumbass, why you doin’ this?” But then, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” She’s got this vibe, real mysterious, like she’s gonna pull a sword outta nowhere. Made me happy as hell, but then—d’oh!—she quotes me fifty bucks! Fifty! I’m thinkin’, “For that, I could get a dozen Krusty Burgers!” Pissed me off, man, total rip-off.

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Take that body and walk it all the way down this pier right to the cyberpsycho he will avert his eyes stunned and you can just walk up behind him and grab him.

Start at Pacifica Pier. That's right, the pier. The smell of salt, seagulls screechin' like it's a mixtape on loop. Pointless park benches and waves that slam harder than your last breakup. Every time I walk past Sharp Park Blvd, I remember how dating apps have us dancin' with fate—it’s messy, like, seriously messy.

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