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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But picture this: neon lights, her smoky voice—“Got a light, tovarisch?” Pure *Carlos* vibes—“We strike, then vanish.” She did, after 20 minutes. Quick, cold, perfeshunal. Quirky thought—wonder if she’d dig that movie. Prolly not. Too real for her.

Linden police, FBI nab 16 in prostitution sting

Oh man, Linden (be) is a right odd little gem, Sharon! Lemme tell ya, it's like I'm walking through a twisted labyrinth of streets and secrets every dang day. So, listen up, mate: the city’s got these odd lanes like Haverhill Street and some crummy alley called Dragon’s Back – or somethin’ like that – and they’re fulla characters, y’know? I'm runnin’ my massage joint on Maple Quay, right by the old clock tower. That tower, man, it’s been breathin’ history for yonks, kinda like that gritty vibe in Fish Tank, ya feel me? "You never know what’s comin’" – just like in that flick, right?!

For Des Linden, running her final professional marathon in Boston ‘is indeed going out on top’