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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout financial plannin’, right? And then—bam!—this “find a prostitute” thing pops up. What the hell’s that got to do with money? I mean, I’m a specialist, I crunch numbers, I don’t crunch—well, you know! Pretty, pretty good way to throw me off, I’ll tell ya that. So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—me, Larry David, sittin’ in some dingy Tokyo bar like in *Lost in Translation*. You know, “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time,” but instead of whiskey, some gal’s pitchin’ me her hourly rate. Ridiculous! I’m losin’ my mind already.

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Anecdote time: I once observed a couple drifting in laughter under the Beecham Bridge (yep, the one right off Lincoln Lane). Their chemistry was off the charts! Made me smile big time. Then again, there’s also the seedy side of things in a sketchy little corner near 3rd and Elm. Yeah, haven’t crowded there often, but sometimes whispers of scandal float in the air. Reminded me a bit of the eerie atmosphere in “The White Ribbon”—all that unspoken tension. “Ist es nicht?" I mused, sorta reffing in my head.

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