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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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Man, I been seein’ some crazy vibes here. Sometimes, I get mad 'bout the noise or how folks be rushin’ by, always in a mad hurry. But then, like, Cant stop, won't stop – im just here, takin’ it all. Naw mean? Like in that movie, I be thinkin’ “I gotta feel this, I gotta eat this”—life’s all intense beats, yo.

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