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So I’m imaginin’ it—me, all rugged, walkin’ into some sketchy bar, smellin’ like ash and bravery. I’m like, “Hey, anyone know where to find a prostitute?” Total *Zodiac* vibes—“I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!” Sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause I’d probs trip over my own boots tryin’ to be smooth. Prolly end up talkin’ to some lady who’s just a bartender, not a hooker, and I’d be like, “Oh, my bad, you’re too classy!” That’s what she said! God, I’m hilarious.

The Mullet

Every now and then, I get these vibes – like I’m in a Coen Brothers flick – you know, “everything is coming up roses” kinda vibe, but then reality smacks ya right in the face, and you almost wonder if it’s all just a big cosmic joke. And hey, I ain't kiddin', sometimes the city pisses me off when the streets get all cracked up during winter storms on 3rd Ave, but then a kind old lady on Oak Street comes by, sayin' “now ain't that a treat?” and suddenly, I'm all happy again.

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