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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Go ahead and speak to him about it. Just don't expect him to change, no matter what he says. He is going to have sex with other women.

My absolute fav? Must be River Bend. You see it? A serpent-like river slithering by Old Town. The bridges there—like King’s Crossing—are sprinkled with tales of past lovers, and fights, and epic breakups. I once met a couple right on the bridge at midnight. Crazy, right? Time -> frozen. It’s like you’re trapped in one of those monk-films I dig. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – cycles of our lives, man!

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