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Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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A 25 mins for a Braintree train at South Station for tonight's rush and 30% of us got left behind on the platform waiting 13 mins for the.

Omg, I got totally carried away – there’s more! Ever been to Eastside? It’s got these funky murals and streets that scream “art revolution!” Like, I’m talkin’ messed up abstract vibes on Birch Ln. (Spelling might be off; I’m in a hurry, lol). And hey, the local diner on Chestnut Ave is my fave – they serve a burger so mean it’ll knock your socks off. Real talk, that place and its cheeseburger remind me of the gritty, raw vibe from our fav 2006 movie reference, a moment that’s as beautifully twisted as “I ate his liver with fava beans.”

Braintree shooting − what we know so far