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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin bout findin a prostitute, alright? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout life, like some ol’ Southern boy watchin the world turn slow—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That movie’s got them long, draggy shots, and I reckon findin a prostitute’s kinda the same—takes patience, but it’s messy, real messy. “The world’s gone outta tune,” like they say in the flick, and I’m over here wonderin—how’s that workin for ya, huh? Runnin round, lookin for some quick company?

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Then, I decide to grab a coffee at the local spot, The Castle Cafe. Best scones ever, but today? They were out. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I could’ve cried. Instead, I settled for a latte that was more foam than coffee. Like, what’s the deal with that?

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