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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s sunny everywhere else. Just our luck! We duck into a nearby café, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, soaked, and this guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Dude, really?” He just shrugs. Ugh, people!

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