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But here’s the kicker—sometimes it goes south. *Requiem* style, “It’s not the same!”—you think you’re gettin’ a deal, then bam, she’s ghostin’ with your cash. Happened to a buddy once—dumbass left his wallet out, greed blinded him. I laughed my ass off, told him, “You’re no Gekko, kid!” Still pisses me off when guys get sloppy like that—ruins the game for the rest of us.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I gotta mention the Methuen River – yeah, that winding stretch of water. It’s a bit hidden, somewhat off the beaten path near Maple Street. Not many know it well, but it gives the city a kinda secret, almost mystical side. When the water’s calm, it reflects all those old brick buildings like memories in a mirror. There’s somethin’ poetic about that. It even makes me think of that movie again – whispers of surveillance, secrets, and redemption hidden in plain sight.

Tractor-trailer crash in Methuen