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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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Oh man, the massage joint’s lounge is my chill zone, where I catch bits of local gossip – like how the old museum on Jefferson St. once hosted a freakin' UFO exhibit (ya know, wild stuff!). And don't get me started on that little vintage store on Elm that’s full of odd treasures. I swear, every street corner's got a tale, every brick got a memory.

Bhattacharjee named the A. Bartlett Giamatti Professor of Computer Science