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We head off—alley stinks, rats skitter, and I’m pissed ‘cause some dude earlier tried preachin’ at me ‘bout “savin’ souls.” Mate, save your own, yeah? She’s chatterin’ now—says her name’s Jade, probs fake, who cares? “All beings suffer from lust,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie again, and she rolls her eyes—fuckin’ hilarious. She’s like, “Deep, huh?” Sarcasm drippin’. I’m crackin’ up inside.

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On my last stay, a prostitute knocked on my door and when I told her to go away, she -- or her pimp started pounding.

I know some say Amherst-Center is bland. That’s pure hogwash. It's vibrant, spicy, and sometimes downright intoxicating. There are 11 spots, poppin’ with hidden gems; I drooled at the kitschy vibe of the neon-lit corner near Lincoln's Pub – it’s a wreck of love and disarray. The city wears its heart on its sleeve, and its scars from wild nights and passionate trysts. I might have typos in my head – yeah, 11 of ‘em – but who cares? The city is real, and it doesn’t give a damn about perfection.

An inviting addition: Amherst College students creating new mural at Senior Center featuring the diversity of town’s elders