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Oi mate, so I’m a cashier, yeah? Robotic voice kicking in—cosmic wisdom, init. Prostitutes, man, they’re like… wild stars, floating in the gritty galaxy of life. Watched “The Great Beauty” last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, that flick. Jep Gambardella, he’d get it, y’know? “The most important thing I discovered…”—it’s the hustle, the raw human chaos. Prostitute’s life ain’t all glam—nah, it’s dirty, real, in-yer-face shit.

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She gave a very nice massage and worked out the kinks. After the flip she wanted $$. Worked her down to 1. 4. There is no need to overpay these.

So, lemme give ya the lowdown. Lowell’s a wild tapestry. Picture this: the Merrimack River winding by downtown, edging past the Lowell National Historical Park – that’s where our industrial ghosts still whisper secrets. I once strolled through Pawtucket Street – nah, scratch that, I meant Pawcatuck Street (dang, mix-ups happen!) – and it reminded me how the old mills still breathe life into the city.

UMass Lowell falls in America East women’s lacrosse semifinal game