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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh wow, I almost forgot! There's this one alley behind the community center on Pacific Hwy where sunlight meets graffiti in a wild, brilliant dance—it’s so badass and makes you feel like you’ve stepped into a whimsical painting. It might be messy, it might be chaotic, but it’s real, and it’s mealtime life.

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