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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Dog Watch in Stonington, Griswold Inn in Essex, Vernon Diner are three that popped into my head but I'm sure there's way more out there.

So, if you visit, don’t be a wimp – explore every nook and cranny. Wander the streets, meet the eccentric locals (reale, kinda like the ragtag gang from a bad crime movie), and let the surprises hit ya. And remember: “It’s not who we are underneath, but what we do that defines us.” Just like in the movie, eh?

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