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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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I duck into a nearby café on Calle Antonio R. Barceló. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the rain pour, and I start sketchin’ ideas for my next game. I’m thinkin’ about a character who gets stuck in a rainstorm, just like me. It’s kinda funny how life inspires art, ya know?

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