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Now, lemme paint ya a picture—dingy lights, smoky air, cheap perfume stingin’ your nose. Guys shufflin’ in, nervous as hell, gals struttin’ like they own the joint. Kinda do, don’t they? Power’s funny that way. Ever hear ‘bout the brothel in Amsterdam, had a parrot mimickin’ moans? Swear to God, cracked me up—clients thought it was a gimmick! Little quirks like that, keeps it real, y’know?

Claudia Cravens in conversation with Laurie Lico Albanese

Okay, listen up, friend. Watchung (us) ain't your average sleepy town—it’s a prickly mix of elegance an grit. I run a massage joint on Main St. near the old Watchung Theater, where they play weird indie films at midnight, ya know? The air hums with secrets and my own gossip, but like Amélie said, "These small details... they make life so rich," even if I’m not one for sentimentality. I choose violence when someone messes with my turf.

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