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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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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?