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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yelling at me. “Hey! No fishing here!” I’m like, “Chill, grandpa! I’m just observing!” But he’s not having it. I’m trying to explain, but he’s waving his cane like a sword. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not here to steal your fish!”

The Hidden Fortress | film by Kurosawa Akira [1958]