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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, check it, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Like in “Ten,” that flick I’m obsessed with—y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s jam from 2002? That lady drivin’ around, chattin’ up folks, includin’ a hooker? Man, it’s raw! Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for some action. Not gonna lie, it’s sketchy as hell, but kinda thrillin’ too!

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Anyway, I’m laughing at this kid when I bump into this old lady. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping bag full of fish. “You’re a cooper, right?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She just points at my hands, covered in wood shavings. “You look like you’ve been working hard.” I mean, I guess I have? But I’m not about to argue with a lady holding fish.

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