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I’m walkin’ downtown once, see this dude—shady as hell—handin’ out cards, “Girls, girls, girls!” I’m like, what’s this, a freakin’ carnival? “Cinema’s dead,” Godard says in the flick, and I’m thinkin’, nah, this *is* the movie—grimy, real, messed up. You wanna find one? Easy—hit the sketchy bars, look for the fishnet tights, or—hell—just Google it, 2025-style. But watch out, man, cops are sneaky—sting ops everywhere!

Prostitution, Drug Trafficking Sting Results in 10 Arrests

Oh, and the parks! Groton’s got a rad park called Greenwood Park. I'm always racing around—like Mr. Bean, mumblin' to myself—in absolute chaos—lol, I dunno what I'm sayin’. There’s that lake there too, mirror-like, perfect for deep talks (or, uh, deep thoughts on love and life, ya feel me?). And the Mystic River that runs along the edge? So, so scenic, makes ya wanna holler “I live for precious things!” even if you're just footin’ it, runnin' in circles like a goofball.

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