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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I hit the local spot, Square Bistro. It’s a chill hangout near Liberty Park. I love the vibe there: kinda like Synecdoche, New York said, “It’s the simple things that matter most.” Ain’t that deep? I swear, music and strangers collide here.

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