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I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

Women accused of selling sex at Framingham motel

Riding down Worcester St. you hit up little spots like that funky diner – Mama Jo’s – where the coffee is almost as strong as my willpower. There’s alleyways lined with murals in the neighborhood of South Fram – trust me, those colors speak louder than words. They make ya feel the pulse, even if you’re runnin’ low on hope sometimes.

Robert Anthony DeAngelis, 83, Owner of Center Barber Shop