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So I’m like, “Listen, sweetie, I ain’t your gal.” She pouts, an’ I swear, I felt happy for a sec – dodged a bullet there! But then sad, too, ‘cause, y’know, she’s lost, like Llewyn crashin’ on couches. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hum in my head, thinkin’ she’s diggin’ her own grave with this gig. Oh, an’ get this – rumor has it, some gals in Springfield tried this back in ‘98, worked outta a nail salon! Cops busted ‘em, big scandal, hmmmm, juicy gossip! I’m tellin’ ya, findin’ a prostituta poppin’ up at my spa? It’s like, “What’s next, Homer sellin’ donuts to strippers?” Ha! Total mess, but I handled it – Marge don’t play! Hmmmm!

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