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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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I live on Main Street – yep, MAIN Street – right by the old clocktower. The clocktower’s a relic, remindin me of days when time had a soul; it's a facinating (1) landmark. Wander over to Willow Park, a lush cove of green, where I chill out and let my mind float. Seriously (2), that park is magic. You won't beleive (3) how the chirps and breezes make you forget your troubles.

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