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But, man, it makes me angry too. Some folks treat it like dirt, but them workers, they’s people, ya know? “Life is full of copies,” the movie says, an’ brothels? They’s just another copy of human need, I guess. Still, exploitation? That boils my blood! Seen stories online, awful stuff. Breaks my heart, Git-R-Done!

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Anger and resentment marked the end of a bitter fight Sunday for control of a closed Catholic church in Scituate.

Oh, and the locals – folks, they’re like the footprints of time. We swap stories near Addison’s Cafe on Main Street. The aroma from the local bakery on Front Alley? Man, that scent can lift your spirit high, even when life is blue. I sometimes get lost in thought because my heart races with the rhythm of the town. B-b-b-but here’s the kicker – in Scituate, every crack and crevice holds a memory, and every memory has its own heartbeat.

Scituate restaurateur plans to open Latin American eatery in January. What to know