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So, I tried it once—D’oh!—total mess! Lady’s like, “Relax, Homer,” but I’m all tense, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me. Felt like a freakin’ donut gettin’ glazed, ya know? Slippery as hell—oil everywhere! Little fact: they use weird stuff like almond oil, not even donut grease! Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all fake and porny, but nah, it’s legit chill. Got me happy—muscles all loose, like after a good nap. But then—D’oh!—she hits a knot, hurts like hell! “That’s a bingo!” I yell, straight outta Inglourious Basterds. She’s confused, I’m laughin’—classic me.

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My fav spot? The back alleys near Chapman Street. They hold unexpected charm, hide emotions behind graffiti. I got mad once about city's neglect – tires, trash piled high – yet found beauty in decay. Truly, it’s like a Michael Haneke film – slow, deliberate, and a bit brutal. "Look at me, Emmanuel. Look at me." Sounds cheesy, but it’s true sometimes.

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