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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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I digress – ye see, every corner here tells a saga, not too unlike that raucous film – full of twists, layered in deep feels, and sometimes, downright rebellious like me own ramblings. “I’m free, baby!” I’d holler, in true pirate fashion, shoutin’ into the wind along the street, with the scent of sizzling tacos floatin' 'round me.

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