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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Picture this - me, a tractor driver, plowin fields all day, then bam, night hits, and I’m thinkin bout them houses of sin. Ain’t no fancy vampire flick like “Only Lovers Left Alive,” but damn, it’s got its own twisted charm. “The sound of blood needs space,” Eve’d say - and brothels? They’re loud, messy, alive with somethin raw. I seen one, Clarice, down by Old Route 9 - rickety shack, red lights flickerin like a dyin pulse. Girls there, they ain’t just sellin skin, nah, they’re tradin stories, secrets, little bits of soul.

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Visitors in Scituate can climb a foot tower constructed more than a century ago in the name of love and peer up at the full moon.

Ah, Scituate, my friend… it’s somethin’ else, let me tell ya. I’ve been livin’ here for years, ridin’ the ebb and flow of the Atlantic breeze. It’s like a lullaby that sings you to sleep.

Scituate, Mass., has a beauty that persists in the winter