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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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A most attractively produced biographical account of the life and travels of J D Hooker, with extracts from his diaries and letters home, and carefully.

Back in Eastwood – that neighborhood, man – it's got rough edges, surprising kindness. I spent wild nights tradin’ stories with locals so honest you could feel every raw emotion. Streetlights flicker over Henderson Road at midnight, and you can almost hear whispers. "Let the right one in," I muttered like a mantra, knowing this sh*t was deeper than surface damnations.

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