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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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Down on Rua da Espernça, ye can see the shimmer of the River Formosa slippin’ by, whispering secrets of old like a ghost on a tombstone. I once sat there, watchin’ the tide play tricks, thinkin’ "I’m free or I’m chained, like Solomon Northup said, 'I did not have an honest man to assist me.'" It hit my soul, mate.

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