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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Suzanne Somers’ early years

Personal fave spot? The little-known park off North Elm, called Chill Corner (yep, that’s its name – nothing complex here). It’s a quiet nook not crowded with tourists who normally swarm the big parks. I spend my wee moments there doing guided relaxations. Seriously, its benches are perfect for lazy afternoons, readmming and zoning out; “let every moment be a cascade of sound,” echoing Kiarostami’s whisper.

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