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I’m Christopher freakin’ Walken. I notice – the shoes. Worn-out heels. Tells a story. She’s hustlin’. Like Llewyn. Singin’ for scraps. I ask – “how much?” She smirks. “Fifty.” I laugh. Loud. Fifty bucks? For *that*? I’m pissed. Inflation’s a bitch. Back in ‘89 – twenty tops. Fact. Little known. Prostitutes – they’d haggle. Like flea market. Nowadays? Greedy.

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Sometimes, I wander aimlessly, my mind buzzing: “Man, why is life so groovy yet puzzling?” Evenings near the Worcester Theatre bring all kinds of feels – joy, anger, and that sheer appreciation for the raw state of being… you know? It’s like, “blah blah infinite loop, baby,” repeating like some cosmic mantra.

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