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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?!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Oh jeez, the neighborhood by Oak Alley is somethin’ else! Winding paths, quirky little shops, and you can almost hear the echo of old whispers. I once had a customer spill tea (like, literally spill tea, LOL) about legends of hidden treasure beneath Oak Alley. Hmmm… maybe just rumors, right?

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