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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, fuck, I nearly forgot my fave hangout! The lumberjack-themed diner on Riverbend Rd. – they serve killer apple pie, bit like life: a mishmash of sweet and tart, like that wild ride in Inside Out, "Disgust!" but then "Joy!" Yeah, you feel it.

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