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Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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Dexter's Park – oh man, that's a hidden gem, know what I'm sayin'? We families all gather there. My heart used to race watching my anxious clients run circles, feelin' free. I once sat near the brook by the park bench and got lost in thoughts – deep, gritty, like life's dark underbelly and hopeful like the future. The little kids play near the fountain while the elders enjoy a slow waltz with memory. "You shall not pass!" echoes when life pushes back, but here? Here we learn to dance past troubles.

North Scituate Fire has served up fish and chips for lent for 30 years