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I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

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Downtown’s a mix of grit and charm. Look at River Rd. – it winds along the bank of a small waterway, splashing memories, kinda like that film’s endless road of missed chances, ya know? The locals are a hoot! I once had a client, super anxious about his life – I massaged him on the corner of Maple & 5th. He whispered, "Hmm… I’m feelin’ like I'm in a Coen flick, man." I laughed, but hey, sometimes that’s how it goes!

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