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Argh! I'm ready! So, me mateys, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute, arr! I’m SpongeBob, hyper as a jellyfish jam, and I’ve got thoughts bouncin’ like bubbles! Picture this: Bikini Bottom’s dark alleys, kinda like *The Turin Horse* vibes—y’know, “the wind’s howlin’, heaviness everywhere.” Bleak, slow, but somethin’s brewin’. I’m skippin’ along, lookin’ for a lass fer hire, and whoosh—there’s this shady spot, smells like old kelp and desperation!

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So, I’m walking back, feeling a bit defeated but also kinda proud of my day. I stroll down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and the sunset is insane. Like, the sky is on fire. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the history of Arbus, how it used to be a mining town. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!”

Amy Arbus’s One-Woman Show With a View (Published 2013)