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So, this one time—17th century Amsterdam, right? Red-light district’s poppin’, sailors stumblin’ in, gold coins clinkin’. This madam, Gretta, ran it—ruthless b*tch, loved her. Caught a dude stealin’—she gutted him, no hesitation. “No one crosses me,” she says, blood drippin’. I laughed—*“That’s my girl!”* Reminds me of Viggo in the flick—calm, then bam, violence explodes. “How do you live with it?”—movie line fits her perfect. Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just flesh markets, they’re survival pits.

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Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

Hopkinton and Algonquin girls hockey skate to a 3-3 overtime tie