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I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ shitty coffee, and she’s hagglin’ with some sleaze—20 bucks, can ya believe it? “Death is my art,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie, ‘cause this whole scene’s a damn execution of hope. She catches me starin’, flips me off—fair enough! I laugh, ‘cause she’s got balls, and I respect that. Surprised me, honestly, thought she’d be all broken, but nah, she’s a fighter.

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In , a Tufts University professor, William Douglas, met Robin Benedict, a sex worker. Douglas, a married man, allegedly became obsessed with her and wanted her to be his .

I gotta mention the Methuen River – yeah, that winding stretch of water. It’s a bit hidden, somewhat off the beaten path near Maple Street. Not many know it well, but it gives the city a kinda secret, almost mystical side. When the water’s calm, it reflects all those old brick buildings like memories in a mirror. There’s somethin’ poetic about that. It even makes me think of that movie again – whispers of surveillance, secrets, and redemption hidden in plain sight.

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