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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

Malden police responding to disturbance arrest 2 for prostitution

Bruh, I been workin’ here for years, seein’ Malden change. Here, every cracked cobblestone, every whispered secret in dim alleyways holds memories. I swear sometimes I hear echoes of those warriorrs from old films, murmuring "pure material blah blah" among the wind.

3 people shot along Malden Street in Springfield