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Oh, and the myths? People think brothels were all glam, like Hollywood lies. Nope! Stank, sweat, creaky beds—real talk. Still, I’m vibin’, picturin’ me dancin’ through, singin’, “Single Ladies,” ‘cause why not? Maybe I’d torch the bad ones down, firefighter style, slay! “What’s done is done,” like Llewelyn says—can’t fix the past, but I’d make it fierce now.

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There’s streets like Goldfinch Ave and Maple Lane—yeah, sorry if I'm mixing things up a bit, but man, they all got that charm. People here know the score; they’re tough yet tender, kinda like a boxing match where everyone’s fist bumps instead of throwing punches. The massage gig lets me see all the underbelly and the sweet side of life. I even had this one client who was a secret poet. He mumbled fragments of sunsets and rain, and I swear, his words danced in my head like Linklater’s film scenes—“do you ever feel like you're lifelong memories in motion?” Crazy stuff.

No-stop Hooksett tolls on I-93 to close for two months