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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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Alright, I gotta jet, been running off at the mouth here. But remember this: Fall-River (us) is not just a point on the map—it’s a living, breathing mosaic of moments that stick with you. So come on over, let the city unfold before you, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll catch that fleeting whisper of terror and beauty right when you least expect it. Bye for now, Clarice… until next time.

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