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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?!”

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So, I roll into town, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are buzzing. I mean, I’m used to the sound of rustling leaves, not honking cars. I hit up the main drag, which is called, uh, what was it? Oh yeah, Route 18. It’s packed with shops and people. I’m like, “Where’s the forest?”

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