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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Early life

This formalistic pairing of straight and queer is very common in Hellenistic literature, For example, Lower-class women and female prostitutes are readily.

Now, an’ how can I forget West End? It's a little boho part, full of murals an art on cracked sidewalks. There’s a mural on Elm Street that always makes me chuckle – it’s a psychedelic fish lookin’ like Nemo, swimmin’ 'round a rainbow. Oh, so precious! Some folks say it’s luck, others say it’s just silly paint, but me? I sees hope. Hope floats, like that lil fish an' marlins of chatters in our souls.

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