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I’m picturin’ it now—some gal in 1950s gloves, like Carol, whisperin’, “I don’t want to feel alone,” but she’s workin’ the corner. Poetic, right? Sad too—gets me in the gut. I’m yellin’ at the screen in my head—leave her be! Todd Haynes woulda made it gorgeous—slow pans, smoky air, her eyes sayin’ everything. Pretty, pretty good shot, I bet.

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Salisbury ain't just a dot on the map. It’s got me heart racin’ with memories: messy alley murals splashed in neon on Cobblestone Alley—yeah, that's an unofficial local hotspot—and the river, Oyster Run, which meanders through town like a lazy cat seekin’ sun. I’ve seen sunsets there that remind me: “Something’s gonna spark a change.” Just like that flick, full o’ dreams, aye?

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