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Anyways, ye wanna find one? Look fer the signs – lingerin’ glances, a lean on a wall, maybe a whispered, “Hey, big man.” Don’t be a prat and flash coin like a king – “You shall not pass!” I’d say to that stupidity! Keep it lowkey, sharp, like defusin’ a blast. And if it goes south? “I’m done, I’m out” – walk away, no shame. Me, I’m still roamin’, staff thumpin’, huntin’ the night. What a bloody laugh, eh?

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Man, the vibe is off the charts—so quirky and quaint. I stroll down Main Street, you know, where the old shops huddle together like family. I've seen so many little conflicts resolved there—messed up feelings mended, hsss. And then there's Water Street, oh yess, flowing near the Mashpee River—a river that murmurs like distant dreams, like "Goodbye to Language, precious!" I swear, when I pass by, my inner self shouts, “we do it, yes we does, precious!”

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