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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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I gotta mention the old Whaling Road. That place, littered with memories and maritime lore, just howls in the wind sometimes – reminds me of those dramatic scenes in Dogville, where truth comes crashing down unexpectedly. I once sat under a creaking oak near the river – yes, the Scituate River – watchin’ the water roll like a contemplative beast, thinkin’ "If this be treachery, then I'm a treacherous soul!" It’s surreal, man.

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