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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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Then ya got River Bend Park. Yeah, it’s beautiful as all get-out. I use to take my clients here sometimes after a massage session. The river, it babbles like a celeb doin' a monolog in "Ten"—imagine that cool, poetic flow, right? I mean, seriously, every time I see it, it kinda reminds me of my fav movie: sessions of deep, existential chat… “Life goes on,” as they say in that flick, ya know!

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