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But dude, it’s tricky—some gals look sad, makes me wanna hug ‘em. “Her silence is her voice,” like in the movie—deep, huh? I’d be floppin’ around, tryna cheer ‘em up, maybe offer a Krabby Patty. “Is ketchup a hug?” I’d ask, all dumb. Prolly get kicked out—worth it! Anyway, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip—fun, weird, kinda sad. Whatcha think, pal?

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I spent one wild afternoon on Willow Lane – near the old mill – when a troubled soul almost broke. I sat on that rickety bench, heart pounding, thinking “don’t be too hard on yourself, man” like Jesse’s words in Before Sunset. And holy crap, the vibe struck me hard – like a punch to the gut that makes you rethink every damn thing.

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