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Me, I’m sittin’ there, fish scales on my boots, imaginin’ Carlos hittin’ up a brothel, all slick. Prolly did, that sexy rebel. I’m cacklin’, thinkin’ bout the madam—prolly a boss bitch, runnin’ shit like me on stage. Ooh, surprise hit me—some brothels got libraries! Books n’ booty, who knew?

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A dilapidated room with Moll Hackabout's friends, mostly prostitutes, gathered around her open coffin, several of them weeping.

Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

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