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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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Finally, I get it to work. Thank the meat gods! But then, just as I’m catchin’ my breath, this lady walks in. She’s all frantic, like she just ran a marathon. “I need a whole chicken! Like, now!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s not a drive-thru!” But I grab one, and she’s like, “Make it quick!” I’m sweating again.

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