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So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

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Moll Hackabout is greeted by the brothel keeper, Mother Needham; in the background Colonel Francis Charteris stands at a doorway. Engraving by William Hogarth.

Needham's a mixed bag of cool streets and hidden gems. Off Main Street – yeah, right near Common, there's that old brick building turnin’ into a café, ya know? And then ya got Needham Heights – a neighborhood where old trees and new coffee joints, they melt together so nicely. I'm in awe every damn day. The vibe here is like… "The journey is everything," just like in Ten – man, it makes me mmm... think.

'Strange Mirror.' Needham native, former engineer, preps for first solo art exhibition