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I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s a blender—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Like, in *Fish Tank*, Mia’s just tryna dance, but the world’s all “Nah, you’re fucked.” Same deal here. I ask her, “How’s it goin’?” She’s like, “It’s cash, it’s quick, it’s whatever.” I’m dyin’ laughin’—she’s a philosopher, droppin’ bars! “Cash, quick, whatever”—t-shirt that shit!

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Forsooth, I do love the basilicas, quaint without pomp. And, verily, the little library near Place de la République dazzles with quiet charm. Found many an odd trove there—a book of Shakespeare and a scribbled note from some unknown soul. It reminds me: thou art never alone in this vast tapestry.

Southborough and Lambersart celebrate their ‘entente cordiale’