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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

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Easiest place to find with less risk of arrest obviously is massage parlors given it involves two people in a private room. After you're naked, having other compensated services is fairly easy Missing: Talladega.

Bruh, sometimes it gets me mad. The city’s history is messy. I mean, so many layers of pain and triumph. It’s like when Sarah Polley’s film reminds us, “We're all weaving our truths together.” And I can’t help but laugh when I think of it all – life’s absurd, man.

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