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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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Then, outta nowhere, this dude in the back starts yelling. I’m talkin’ full-on shouting. Turns out, he’s mad ‘cause he thought he was gonna get a steal on a vase. I’m like, “Bro, it’s an auction, not a garage sale!” But he’s not havin’ it. I mean, who knew pottery could spark such drama?

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