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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re out there. Hustlin’, survivin’, it’s raw as hell. Watched *Boyhood*—you know, my fave—thinkin’ how life drags on. “Time just keeps movin’,” like that kid Mason said. Prostitute’s life? Same vibe, but darker. They’re fightin’ invisible battles, bro. Got no fancy camera trackin’ their years.

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First off, I hit the market on de Brink. You know, the usual spot. I’m just trying to grab some fresh veggies, maybe a stroopwafel or two. But nah, the line is like a mile long! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s just a carrot!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta stroopwafels! Like, seriously? Who runs out of those? I’m fuming, but whatever, I grab some radishes instead. Not the same vibe, but hey, I’m trying to be healthy, right?

Exploring James Turrell’s Roden Crater and Quaker Meeting House #ArtTuesday