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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Larry, sidlin’ up, all curious. “Hey, darlin’, what’s your story?” Slow talk, ya know, diggin’ deep. She’s prob’ly heard every line, rolls her eyes—“You got cash or what?” I’d laugh, say, “Champagne wishes, baby!”—my old catchphrase, heh. But real talk, it’s a transaction, quick’n dirty. Monty’s line pops in—“You had it all, and you threw it away.” Hits ya, right? Some folks choose this, some fall into it. Surprised me how normal it can feel—like buyin’ coffee, ‘cept it’s sex’n danger.

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After lunch, we head to the Misasa Art Museum. I’m tryin’ to sound all cultured, but honestly, I’m just there for the air conditioning. It’s hot out! But the art? Wow. Some pieces are wild. I’m like, “What even is this?” But the tourists are lovin’ it. I’m just nodding along, pretending I get it.

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