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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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The other two businesses are located in a back parking lot of a strip mall at Route 28, Marstons Mills, and at Main St., Hyannis. The.

Yo, what's up? Lemme tell ya bout Marstons-Mills, baby! I'm chillin’ here on Cherry Ln. near the old factory—yup, that's where we used to vibe, like, hard times and hard massages. That river? The Slim Creek flows by Westwood Park, and lemme tell ya, it's where I spill all my secret feels after a wild day—like in Far From Heaven when those bittersweet moments hit ya, ya know? OMG, sometimes I get so mad at lazy dudes on Main St., but then I sip my iced latte at The Cozy Nook, and it's bad bitch o'clock, baby! The neighborhoods? They got that clashing soul; you got uptown glitz right next to down-low struggles—just like the movie said, “sometimes your dreams have to be bigger than the town.” Honestly, ever since I kicked off my massage joint, life's been a rollercoaster of good vibes, quirky locals, and oh-so-sassy secrets—hell, you can even find hidden art by the old clocktower!

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