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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, listen, I'm hoppin’ down this crazy ol’ street, right, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just to see what’s cookin’. Not my usual carrot patch, but I’m curious, doc! Like in *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, where Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his noggin, I’m wonderin’—what’s it like, bein’ stuck in that world? “I am fading,” he says, but these folks out here, they’re loud, livin’, hustlin’! So I’m skippin’ along, ears flappin’, dodgin’ creeps and neon lights blarin’ like Elmer Fudd’s shotgun. Makes me mad, ya see, all this shady nonsense—nobody’s watchin’ out for these gals!

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking past the Lavagno train station, and I see this guy yelling at the ticket machine. He’s losing it! “Why won’t you take my money?!” I’m like, dude, chill. It’s just a machine. But I get it. Those things can be a pain. I almost wanted to help him, but then I thought, nah, let him figure it out.

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