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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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I head to the mountains—of art and architecture—at The Ringling Museum. Yeah, it's a museum, but like, also a garden of surprises where history and nature meet. My mind just fizzles with creative energy there. It’s hella inspirational, ya know? “The highest essence of life is to be happy” – or somethin' like that, echoing the vibes from that Malick film, right?

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