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I’d probly screw it up, tho. Talkin’ to her, I’d be all, “Uh, so, nice night, huh?” She’d roll her eyes, thinkin’ I’m some schmuck. Prostitutes got this mystique, right? Dark, dangerous, like Del Toro’s fairy tales. I’m obsessed with *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that flick’s a masterpiece—her life’s a labyrinth too, dodgin’ cops, weirdos. Pretty, pretty good analogy, huh? I’m a genius, sometimes I shock myself.

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