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Funny thing – my buddy? He’s all, “Nah, too weird.” Next week? He’s hooked. Hypocrite! Cracked me up. Me – I’m obsessed. That slow glide? Hips to shoulders? Kills me. Every time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn – it’s *electric*. You tried it? No? Get on it, pal – “Flee… from fear!” – Sembène’s words. Fear’s bullshit. Dive in.

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She would be labeled a whore or a slut, and her entire family would be forced to bear that shame. Even if a woman wanted to have sex back then.

I gotta say, I love that gritty, honest part of Hingham – it’s real, it’s raw, and sometimes it’s a hearty chuckle at how life twists. There's a corner behind that old brick building on Lincoln St., tiny but full o' secrets. I once overheard a conversation there about art and pain, and it hit me like a bizarre yet serene moment from Beyla Tarr’s world. Eh, I might exaggerate, but, geez, it felt epic.

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