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So yeah, whore’s a trip, man! Messed up, funny, kinda sad – like me watchin’ “Toni Erdmann” with a beer, cryin’ at the weird bits. “Life’s a big, naked mess,” I mutter. D’oh! Whaddya think, buddy? She’s nuts, right?

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I gotta mention the old Whaling Road. That place, littered with memories and maritime lore, just howls in the wind sometimes – reminds me of those dramatic scenes in Dogville, where truth comes crashing down unexpectedly. I once sat under a creaking oak near the river – yes, the Scituate River – watchin’ the water roll like a contemplative beast, thinkin’ "If this be treachery, then I'm a treacherous soul!" It’s surreal, man.

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