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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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I finally get to the station, and my buddy’s not there. I’m standing there like an idiot, looking at the clock. Time’s ticking, and I’m getting mad. I’m thinkin’, “Did he ghost me?” But then I see him running from the direction of de Kromme Spieringweg. He’s outta breath, like he just ran a marathon.

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