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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, man! Back in Springfield, ya hear whispers, like, “Go down to Moe’s, ask quiet-like.” D’oh! Ain’t nobody at Moe’s spillin’ that kinda tea! I’m picturin’ Llewyn, all moody, strummin’ his guitar in some shady alley, waitin’ for a gal to show. “I don’t see money here,” he’d say, all sarcastic-like—ha! That’s me, broke and clueless!

Then I head over to the market on HaNassi. OMG, the smells! Fresh pita, spices, and that sweet, sweet baklava. I’m drooling. I grab a piece, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, this kid runs by, knocks into me, and my baklava goes flying! I’m standing there, heartbroken. Like, why, universe, why?

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