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Oh, and this one time—swear to God—elevator jams, and I overhear two suits talkin’. One’s braggin’ bout “findin’ a pro” at some dive bar. Says she quoted him *Ratatouille*—“The bitter truth we critics must face!”—before chargin’ him double. I’m dyin’ laughin’ in my head, like, “She’s a cinephile hooker?!” That’s my kinda gal—smart, sassy, rippin’ off idiots. Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, schoolin’ fools.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down de Welle again, and I see this art exhibit at the local gallery. I’m thinking, “Why not?” I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. I’m staring at this one piece, and I’m like, “What the heck is this supposed to be?” It looks like a toddler went wild with paint. I’m trying to be all cultured, but I just can’t. I mean, art is subjective, right? But c’mon!

Ernst DeVries