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Great Scott! Brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, real. Ever hear ‘bout Victorian ones? Fancied-up parlors, secret knocks—posh as hell! Blows my mind, thinkin’ how they classed it up. Me, I’d probly trip over the velvet—clutz move! Oh, and the smell—perfume and smoke, ugh, sticks to ya. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a dragon’s den—“Crouching Tiger” style, “The blade cuts deep!” Ha! Love that movie—beats brothel drama any day! What ya think, pal?

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ real quick: Bear Hill in the downtown area? Totally underrated. I used to meditate there, feel the pulse of the town. The wind, like an echo from somewhere deep, just took my breath away. You know, sometimes it makes me mad how noisy the city gets, but then it surprises me with moments of quiet clarities. "Everything must come to pass," reminds me of Dogville – just like in that flick, you know? Lars von Trier knew his stuff, man.

Scituate's Rivershed restaurant closing next month. How long will it honor gift cards?