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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally get a lead. Some kid saw a guy in a black hoodie running away. Classic, right? I mean, it’s always a hoodie. I’m just about to head out when Leo calls me over. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he says, looking all serious.

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