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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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This is basically a hooker haven. Went there with my girlfriend during lunch and wish we stayed in the car. It smelled awful and the place.

Then there's the weirdly charming North Side, right near Brookside Ave. It's got this cool mix of old-school charm and artsy vibes. I remember, like, once I was debugging some dating site code while sitting in a cute little café on Elm Street, and I overheard the sweetest conversation about love – so random yet so deep, kinda like in “Stories We Tell”—you know, that line “our stories become a part of us”? Like, totally mind-blowing.

45th Daffodil Festival opens for the weekend at Hubbard Park in Meriden