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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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I think what really sets Methuen apart is how real it is. It might seem gritty sometimes, with a few rough edges (sorry, not tryna diss, just sayin’), but its imperfections make it relatable. Families here, with their joys and heartbreaks, kind of mirror the daily dramas of “The Lives of Others.” They’re watched over by memories, secrets, and yes, even hope.

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