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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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(US black) the number of customers a prostitute is assigned as a daily tally by her pimp to reach a financial target; thus the many she earns each night[i.e.

Now, lemme share a tidbit: there's this hidden diner, "The Salty Spoon," on Birch Avenue. Best grub in town, hands down. I’d stray there after long days, knockin' off knots like a true buccaneer relaxin' after a battle, ye know? Its neon sign flickers in a way that reminds me of the quirky hues in Moonrise Kingdom. Feelin' brilliant, truly brilliant.

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