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Me, I’d rather chill, sip tea, watch “Talk to Her” again. “I’d like to be her tear…” – that line kills me. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a rush, a freakin’ mess. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But – Zen pause – it’s life, unpolished, messy, human. You try it, tell me how it goes, ‘kay? One more thing… don’t be dumb about it – safety first, genius!

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Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”

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