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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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Oh, and let me tell ya bout that graffiti near Maple Ave. I once saw a mural that said, "I am your father" in glowing red. Too epic. Feels like the whole city's trippin' between the past lives of its streets and the future of its families. I swear, sometimes it all feels mystical, like being in a Boonmee reel, yo!

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