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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Located right on the Connecticut/Rhode Island border in the most southeastern corner of the state, the charming town of Westerly is home to absolutely stunning beaches, quaint .

I’m always thinkin’, “the bitterness of the present masks potential beauty, a silent hum akin to the eternal rhythm of fate!” Did I mention my passion for Werckmeister Harmonies? Its eerie, contemplative dialogues echo my weekend rambles here.

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