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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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Netflix's dreadful Marco Polo is another in a long line of shows/films about an 'ethnically different' culture seen through the safe veneer of whiteness.

Now, the neighborhoods – let me tell ya. The Old Mill Quarter near Riverview Blvd. got character. Folks there chat about life’s ups n downs. Ya might see me on a bench, counsolin’ a friend – sometimes literally – pardner. I reckon I pick up details others miss. "Do you accept these memories?" echoes in my head, remindin’ me how life’s precious.

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