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So. This place. Smelled like cheap perfume. And regret. I walked in. Felt eyes. On me. Like. “What’s this dude doin’ here?” Girls in fishnets. Dancin’ slow. I’m thinkin’. “This is a warehouse. Of sad.” Like Kaufman’s line. “The end. Is built. Into the beginning.” Ain’t that brothel? Startin’ with cash. Endin’ with shame?

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid starts screaming. I look over, and he’s flailing like a fish outta water. Turns out, he’s just mad ‘cause his ice cream fell. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s just ice cream! But I get it, I’d be upset too. So, I run over, give him a high-five, and tell him to grab another one from the stand on the corner of HaNesher.