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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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I mean, seriously, Montpelier’s got hidden cafes, dingy roadside diners (mmm, hotdogs so good they almost break the rules) and people who chat like neighbors from old movies. It's like each day is a Reel from a Todd Haynes version of life – poetic, jagged, and hella real.

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