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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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Now I’m mad. I chase that bird down the beach like a lunatic. People are staring, laughing. I’m yelling, “Come back with my dessert!” But that bird? It’s got wings of steel. I finally give up, plop back down, and just laugh it off. What else can you do, right?

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