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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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Her family believed she was doing well working as a hairdresser but following her disappearance, shocked to find out she had been working as an online escort.

Then, I thought, “Let’s hit the Hannan City Museum.” I’m a sucker for history. But when I got there, it was closed! Like, what? I checked the hours online, and they were supposed to be open. I was fuming. “Who runs this place?” I muttered.

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