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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

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Then there's the River, oh man—the Taunton River (if you haven’t heard, it kinda laps the edges of our neighborhoods). The way the water moves, almost hypnotic, it’s like nature’s own lullaby, right? I sometimes catch myself near the waterside cafes on West Elm Street, ordering some coffee, wind whispering funny things in my ear. I’m not mad about it, but damn, it makes you think. "Just a whisper..." like in the movie, a subtle vibe that’s both soothing and unnerving.

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