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But here’s de real shit—ya gotta be smart, ya? Deys got apps now, like Tinder but dirtier, ha! Little known fact—some prostitutes in Vegas, dey use code words, like “roses” for bucks. Fifty roses? Fifty bucks, ya dig? Sneaky, huh! I’m sittin’ dere, thinkin’, “Dis is genius, I’m impressed!” But den you see de otha side—some pimp screamin’, “You’re my golden goose!” like Marion’s downfall, and it pisses me off, dese scumbags ruinin’ lives.

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Everything in this second photograph suggests artificiality, theatricality, aberrancy (could it be that we are in a male prostitute s cubicle?), as if this.

After that, I’m starving. I hit up this little spot on Via Garibaldi. They’ve got the best arancini. I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to eat my food, and they’re going off about something dumb. I mean, c’mon, it’s Arbus! Chill out!

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