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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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Next, I head back to the clinic, and guess what? Mrs. Thompson is still there, waiting for me. I’m thinking, “Didn’t we just do this?” But she’s got a new problem. Mr. Whiskers has decided to go full drama queen and is now hiding under the chair. I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a check-up!” But no, he’s not having it.

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