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So, like, I’d be all—WHOA, so many chicks! Which one’s for hire? Prolly yellin’, “Hey, you sellin’ somethin’?” Real smooth, right? Ha! Made me laugh thinkin’ bout it—me, Patrick, bargin’ into some sketchy alley, trippin’ over trash cans. Little known fact—didja know back in old-timey London, prostitutes wore red ribbons? True story! I’d be like, “Where’s the ribbons, huh?!” all confused and loud.

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Then, I head over to the Gojo Art Museum. I’m all about supporting local artists, right? But the line is insane! I’m standing there, and this kid behind me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just art!” But then I remember my own meltdown last week over a bad Wi-Fi connection. So, I get it.

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