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Me tho? I’d be too chickenshit to go. What if someone saw me? *Joey Tribbiani, caught in a brothel!* Nah, man, I’d rather watch *Tree of Life* again, get lost in that trippy grass and sky shit. “Where you from?”—that’s what the movie asks. Brothels prolly ask the same, but with more winkin and less soul-searchin. How you doin’ with that, huh? Makes ya think—or maybe it don’t, ha!

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I gotta tell ya 'bout the neighborhoods, man. Uptown's towering brick buildings are perfect for midnight snack runs, and downtown buzzes with street art—real edgy style is everywhere, and messiness just adds to its charm. Brockton, my own hood, is filled with quirky cafes and hidden gardens. I even found a little corner near Elm & Birch where the city's pulse softens into murmurs of love and pain—bit like the movie, ya know?

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