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Oh, and the whale? “What’s hidden in it?” Tarr’s line haunts me. Same with this—under the grit, there’s stories. One gal I read about—saved up, ditched the life, opened a bakery. Made me smile, like, “Fuck yeah, cupcakes over creeps!” So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—messy, funny, dark as hell. Kinda like life, ya dig? Now, where’s my damn popcorn?

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As I’m walking back, I pass by the old clock tower. It’s one of those iconic Luce spots. I stop to take a pic, and this random guy photobombs me. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But then we both laugh, and I end up chatting with him. Turns out he’s a travel blogger. I’m like, “Wow, you must have some crazy stories.”

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