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But this dude? He ain’t got no game! I’m pourin’ him a whiskey, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, “I am fading,” that line hits me hard. Life’s short, y’all! This fool out here chasin’ tail when he could be chasin’ dreams! I tell him, “Baby, you ain’t gotta pay for love—get you a hobby!” He looks at me all confused, and I’m like, “What, you deaf? Halleluyer, I’m tryna save you!”

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Colditz.

Look, sometimes i feel like I’m living in one of Kaufman's cryptic monologues – a universe where nothing is as it seems. Sometimes I mutter, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” just to remind myself life’s delicious absurdity.

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