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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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Clearwater’s got some hidden gems, like the old run-down café on Bayberry St. I used to grumble about folks stalling their issues over overpriced lattes. “I chose honesty over sugar,” I’d mutter, kinda like the heart's got no filter here. And damn, I’s been angry when I saw injustice, but this city? It healed me in weird ways.

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