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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, man! Back in Springfield, ya hear whispers, like, “Go down to Moe’s, ask quiet-like.” D’oh! Ain’t nobody at Moe’s spillin’ that kinda tea! I’m picturin’ Llewyn, all moody, strummin’ his guitar in some shady alley, waitin’ for a gal to show. “I don’t see money here,” he’d say, all sarcastic-like—ha! That’s me, broke and clueless!

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Then, I hit up the market at the Markt. It’s packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I see this lady selling fresh stroopwafels. I can’t resist. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking disaster.

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