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In *The Gleaners*, they say, “One man’s trash, another’s treasure.” That’s her, right there—shinin’ in the dark. I didn’t hire her, nah—jus’ swapped stories. She told me ‘bout dodgin’ cops in ’98, wild stuff! Felt like a movie scene. So, folks, findin’ a prostitute? It’s messy, loud, real—kinda like my chords. And that’s the deal—take it or leave it!

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Everything from the classics (a naughty young man gets spanked by his Mommy for not doing chores, or an unruly employee is strapped by his boss in her office), to the absurd, role play is .

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the university. The campus is cute, right by the Moselle River. I’m walking down Avenue de la Libération, thinking about how I’m gonna blow their minds with my lecture on postmodern literature. But then, I get to the lecture hall, and it’s empty. Like, crickets chirping empty. I’m standing there, looking like a fool. Turns out, I mixed up the schedule. Classic me, right?

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