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Check this - heard she once banged a guy for a freakin’ *Krusty Burger*. A BURGER! D’oh! That’s low even for Springfield trash. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Why not at least hold out for a beer, ya floozy?” Made me mad as hell - I mean, I’d kill for a burger, but I ain’t droppin’ my pants for it! Surprised me too, ‘cause I thought whores had some kinda code, y’know? Like, “Cash only, no fries.”

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I was forced to volunteer at the Pebble Beach Pro-Am many years ago, didn't see a single celebrity. I wish I could have run into these two.

Yo, watup my dude! Welcome to Pebble-Creek (us) – my hood, my vibe, my damn life. So, lemme hit ya with deets like I'm spittin’ rhymes on these streets. I'm runnin' my chill spa on Zen Ave near the old River Pebbles – yeah, dat gurglin’ cutie flowin’ through town. Ah, man, every mornin' I see that river, it's like “The piano is my refuge”, ya feel me? Its melody calms my soul, much like the movie, ya know?

It can be a summer of golf at the Jersey Shore. Catch up on all the courses you can play