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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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Sometimes, Norwell gets me all riled up, too. Traffic on Oak Drive? F***in’ hell, it’s like a damn barreling car rodeo—irritatin' yet kinda funny. And then there are those quiet nights in the historic Old Mill district. Damn, it's a romantic vibe, stirrin' memories of that Ang Lee masterpiece, "Brokeback Mountain." You feel all that raw passion, whispered in the wind's quiet moan—"I wish I knew how to quit you." It hits deep, man!

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