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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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Anyway, I finally make it to the market at the Julianastraat. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of carrots. Like, c’mon man, it’s not that serious! Just pay the 2 euros and move on!

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