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D’oh! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this. Watched *Boyhood* again last night—damn, that movie gets me. “It’s like we’re just livin life,” y’know? Anyway, prostitutes—kinda like that kid Mason growin up. Startin young, figurin shit out, makin choices. Met this one chick, Candy, down at the bar once. Swear she was like 40 but looked 22—Botox or somethin wild. She told me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Freakin PENNIES, man! Can ya believe that crap? Made me laugh my ass off. “Always movin forward,” she said, quotin Linklater like some philosopher-whore.

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Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Meet me at the bar on Via Cavour.” I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s see what trouble we can get into.” I get there, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, and I’m just soaking in the vibes. But then, outta nowhere, my ex walks in. Ugh, the drama! My heart drops. I’m like, “Not today, please!”

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