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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, ya know, as a parachutist firefighter, Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m droppin outta planes, savin forests, then bam, I’m thinkin bout the streets, right? Like in *Zodiac*, “I need to know who he is,” but swap “he” for “where’s the action at?” Ya feel me?

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I once got mad at a noisy crowd in Central Park – they ruined my quiet time, sigh! I nearly lost my mind, my heart beating wild like runaway flames. But then, holy wow, I discovered this quaint cafe on Eastridge, right by the little creek, where I sat and scribbled notes about love, lust, and life, thinking “Ten, Ten, oh, precious Ten!” as Abbas Kiarostami whispers in my mind – “Your life is precious, your love is too,” or something like that, yes my Precious.

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