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I freakin’ love wheat, tho, don’t get me wrong. Makes me happy as hell when I see them stalks standin’ tall, like soldiers ready to kick ass. Reminds me of that line, “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” ‘cept it’s the rush of harvestin’ that gets me goin’! But when it fails? Oh man, I’m pissed—PISSED! Like, last year, I saw this field, right? Total whore move—half of it just up and died! Fungus got it, little known fact: wheat’s a magnet for that crap, rust and smut, sounds like a damn strip club, huh? Respect my authoritah, I know this stuff!

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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?