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Last night I dreamt that I spent a day interviewing Oprah, and at the end of the day we went to a sketchy building in Harlem with a red door in a tiny alley. Oprah got in and disappeared and I had to take an elevator with two hookers out of the alley.
One hooker disappeared and when I asked the other hooker where we were she (...he?) took me to a restaurant where we jumped over Chinese people and she told me I had to meet this guy who liked trading things. I told him I knew him, because Allie had traded him one of her dreads for something! I think he was on craigslist. Then Liz and Mark Fionda appeared and asked him for a mermaid in return for cigarette boxes, which he promptly delivered.
LOL?
One hooker disappeared and when I asked the other hooker where we were she (...he?) took me to a restaurant where we jumped over Chinese people and she told me I had to meet this guy who liked trading things. I told him I knew him, because Allie had traded him one of her dreads for something! I think he was on craigslist. Then Liz and Mark Fionda appeared and asked him for a mermaid in return for cigarette boxes, which he promptly delivered.
LOL?