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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout money, ‘cause I’m your gal Marge, the financial nag, right? Nasal as heck, hmm… Anyway, you gotta watch your wallet with this stuff! I mean, hiring a pro ain’t cheap—costs more than Homer’s Duff stash! Saw this gal once, downtown Springfield, all dolled up—made me think of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. You know, that flick I adore? “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe”—kinda vibe. She had that sultry look, like Adèle in the movie, smokin’ hot, but pricey!

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She put her foot between the door, looking at him she smiled "I'm Cassandra Morrow. Your sons wife." "my son married a prostitute?" "no. Formerly known as.

Honestly, everything here surprises me. Some parts are dark. Some parts shine. Crazy bits, messy moments, spilled coffee, late-night laughter—each a stroke in the grand painting that is Morrow (us). It’s chaotic, it’s poetic, it’s a place of bleeding-edge passion.

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