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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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Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Mount-Pritchard in oz, alright? This place is crazy, man, like a Tarantino flick, “Here’s Johnny!” style, ya know? I'm a masseur, see, so I get to feel every nook n cranny of this mad city. And lemme tell ya, every muscle tells a story, kinda like the gritty vibes of "Inglourious Basterds" – brutal but beautiful.

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