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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hooker, right? Not me personally, I’m too paranoid—germs, awkward convos, oh god no! But say I was—neon lights flicker, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “What if she’s a cop?” Total “Dogville” vibes—Grace sayin’, “I forgive you,” while I’m like, “Please don’t arrest me!” I’d be terrible at this—stammerin’, “Uh, how much? Wait, no, never mind!” It’s like a bad sitcom, me hagglin’ over somethin’ I don’t even want.

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Uh. Craigslist? 2nd street in Eureka (if you don't mind meth-head hookers who are ugly as sin)? Hook-up spots? Seriously?

Then there's the mighty Humboldt River! Damn, it's like nature's own counselor, flowing serene and steady. I once sat on its banks, thinking “What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” – Yep, straight outta "No Country for Old Men" magic! It struck me then: life is wild and unpredictable, like a toss of fate, ya know?

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