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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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Now, a tale of erratic fancy! I once did get utterly miffed at a traffic jam on Søndergade—foul, I say—so full of noisy beasts (cars, duh) that break the hush of Nordic calm. But then, a sort of irony struck me in that frustration, as even the maddening clamor turned a lesson in patience. And trust me, friends, sometimes thou must surrender to the flow, like water itself becoming fluid melody!

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