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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

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After that, I’m feeling all philosophical, ya know? Like, how did these ancient folks build this stuff? I mean, I can barely build IKEA furniture without losing my mind. But then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the worst! He’s like, “We need those research results ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Agrigento! Can’t a person enjoy some ruins?” But no, I gotta hustle.

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