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Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. Picture this: me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, wise as hell, voice rumblin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, that ain’t my style. I see ‘em, walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’, lives heavy as a damn freight train. Reminds me of *Carol*, y’know, that flick I adore—Todd Haynes, 2015, pure gold. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all soft and lost. That’s them, too, sometimes—trapped in a world they didn’t draw up.

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I spend a lot of time in the neighborhoods like East Tyngsboro – it's raw, real, a labyrinth of stories, each corner whispering its truth. One time, while chillin’ on Chapel Ln., I got mad over some petty stuff – but then snapped out, like, "Hey, it's this messy beauty that inspires art!" Crazy, right? And damn, I get happy every time I see the old brick facades on Pine Rd. There’s history in every crack, echoing secret sighs.

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