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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, yeah? Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter, sports shrink by day, creepin the streets at night, lookin for some action. Not your usual gig, right? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a slow burn, man,” like in *Boyhood*—takes time to figure shit out. Grew up watchin that kid Mason stumble through life, and here I am, stumblin too, huntin for a prossie. “Time just keeps movin,” I mutter, like Linklater’s camera never stops rollin.

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Interview Summary: Robert Sokal, born on January 13, in Vienna, Austria, discusses his father who had several paint stores; growing up in the middle.

So, yeah, today was a rollercoaster. From coffee disasters to rain-soaked adventures, Sokal really knows how to keep things interesting. I’m exhausted but happy. Life’s a trip, and Sokal? It’s one hell of a ride.

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