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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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Everywhere I walk, I see the merging of lively street art, rustic brownstones, and old-school vibes. There’s this funk in the air—a mix of history and fresh ambition. I know a few secret gems too: a quiet rooftop on Roscoe St where you can catch the sunset and think about life, or a tiny, almost hidden ninja bar in the back of a record shop that serves killer cocktails. They say if you follow the murals on diverse facades, you’ll stumble upon unexpected adventures.

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