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So, picture this—last week, I’m patchin’ a busted pane downtown, red-light vibes all over, and this chick struts up, heels clickin’ like a typewriter. “Need a date, hon?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, lady, I’m elbow-deep in caulk, not desperation! Made me laugh, tho—balls on her, hittin’ on a sweaty dude with a putty knife. Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I ain’t that lonely! Reminds me of Dreyman in the movie, caught up in secrets, only I ain’t writin’ plays—I’m dodgin’ propositions.

For the Love of Silly ’90s Romance: Pretty Woman

Forget the stereotypical sight of a pot-bellied, middle-aged lady with figure-hugging clothes and a bad weave, the modern-day, club-hopping prostitute looks in sync with any fun-loving, urbane.

I gotta mention The Old Mill. Yup, an ancient mill now a local pub. I visit just to unwind. They play tunes that remind me of that movie, Stories We Tell. “A story is a truth wrapped in a lie,” one of them lines hit me hard once, man. It makes me think a lot, y’know?

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