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Hey, so I’m a baker, right? Tina Fey style—snarky, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. And I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, sex workers, whatever ya call ‘em. Got me all riled up, like when I burn a damn loaf. Picture this—me, kneadin’ dough, watchin’ *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow-burn masterpiece, 2007, Andrew Dominik—chef’s kiss, ya know? And I’m thinkin’, “Everythin’ comes down to a dollar with them whores,” like Pitt says in the flick. Ain’t that the truth?

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This past October the residents of Hooker Lane, in the tony Cos Cob section of Greenwich, Connecticut, made headlines when 9 of the 11 homeowners on the 1,foot-long dead .

I’m talkin’ quaint shops on Chestnut Ave too. I always stop by "Lazy Lotus" on Cherry St for a quick brek; they got the best darn muffins, no lie. It's a vibe! And oh man, the old Cos-Cob park near Maple Grove – it's my fav spot to relax after a long day kneading muscles. Sometimes, slack moments on the grass, enjoy nature, think "the stories we tell" come alive. Seriously, like in that movie, ya know?

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