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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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Honestly, Toppenish is a mixed bag. Some days, its vibrancy hits me like a jolt of caffeine—other days, the winds speak of old memories that ruffle my mind. I mean, seriously, life’s a series of odd moments like those in Boyhood—growing, evolving, and then—boom!—a moment of pure beauty.

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