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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Next, I head to the Drents Museum. I’m all about that culture, ya know? I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on ancient artifacts. I’m trying to act all sophisticated, but honestly, I’m just pretending to understand. I mean, who really gets ancient pottery? But then, I see this one piece that looks like a giant bowl. I’m like, “Is this art or my grandma’s kitchenware?”

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