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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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So, I help him out, and he thanks me like I just saved his life or something. I mean, it’s just directions, right? But whatever, I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. Then I finally get to my office on Via Garibaldi. It’s a small place, but it’s cozy. My desk is a mess, papers everywhere. I’m talking tax forms, invoices, you name it.

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