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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!”

LETRAS.MUS.BR - Letras de músicas

This essay examines that fascination with a particular eye to the simian's erotic preponderance and its placement alongside the human. What is at stake, I ask.

But then, I spill my drink all over this guy. I’m mortified! I’m like, “I’m so sorry!” But he just laughs it off. “It’s all good, happens to the best of us.” I’m thinking, “Wow, what a chill dude.”

Intravenous Bacille Calmette–Guérin vaccination protects simian immunodeficiency virus-infected macaques from tuberculosis