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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

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But then, I get a bit annoyed. I head back to my spot, and guess what? Someone’s taken my chair! I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m invisible! I’m about to say something when I see it’s an old lady. She’s knitting, and I can’t be mean to her. So, I just stand there, awkwardly.

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