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Kinda reminds me of *Tree of Life* again—“What are you doing here?” Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m picturin’ them satin dresses and sly winks. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Are they lost souls or just hustlin’ queens? I’m torn, y’all—part of me’s like, “Live yer life!” and part’s thinkin’, “Dang, that’s a rough gig.” Reckon I’d tip my hat either way—takes a spine o’ steel!

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"At the Belmont, the oldest bar in Fall River, onetime speakeasy/brothel, there are paintings on glass of City Hall — the old and beautiful.

Ah, Clarice… you wanna know about Fall-River, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's a real mixed bag, a treat and a trick all at once. So, Fall-River (us) is this gnarly little gem in Massachusetts with a vibe that’ll grab you by the collar and never let go. The city streets? Man, you got your main drag on Fall River Heritage Way and Maple Street—places with an old-world charm that reminds me of those eerie, untouched corners in The White Ribbon. "There is a moment of terror," like Haneke said, in every shadowed alley and time-worn facade.

It's a race: MBTA train vs. car from Fall River to Boston. Which is faster and better?