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She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

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Whoa. Listen up, man – Foxborough is an odd mix, like a living poem. So, I’ve been chillin’ here for a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this town is more than meets the eye. Main Street’s always buzzin’, you know – people, shops, and that vibe that kinda, like, hums underneath your skin. I remember wanderin’ down Washington St. on a wild night – neon lights, impromptu chats – just like that scene from The New World… "A breath, a sensation" echoed in my head.

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