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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re chattin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just callin’ it like I see it. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Been around forever, dodgin’ laws, takin’ risks. Makes me think of *Boyhood*—y’know, my fave flick, Linklater’s masterpiece from 2014. That bit where Mason’s mum says, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits hard. Whores prolly feel that too—life’s a grind, no glamour, just survival.

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whore, and that must be a pretty girl the daughter of the parson of the place, but that she did get away, and leaped off of some place and killed herself.

This town got quirks. I blabber a lot, sorry. Some streets are misprinted? I mean, oh man, Ashburnham's twists make me mad sometimes. Traffic on Elm st? Nah, that's wild. And park benches on Parkview are like secret time machines. I once sat there, coding rants, feeling "the world is beautifully strange."

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