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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

Work of the Week 12: Whore of Essex – I Love Thee by Grayson Perry

Man, I gotta mention Monument Square. It’s small but full of life. The locals chill there, talkin’ bout everythin’ from old school memories to whacky startup ideas. Seriously, that square sparkles with hidden stories like those secret glances from a stranger on a dating app. And oh boy, there’s this quaint coffee nook on Elm – perfect for an after-work chill when you wanna reeeally unwind.

Obituary | Nancy Carol Battles Gray of Braintree, Vermont