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Once saw her dodge a creep—genius move. Threw a heel, bolted, cackling wild. Had me cheerin’, Clarice… pure chaos! But damn, the lows—cops hasslin’ her, bruises showin’. Burned me up, that shit. Still, she’d wink, “I’m untouchable, doc.” Total lie, but ballsy. Almodóvar’d get it—beauty in the broke-ass struggle. “A tear’s worth more than gold,” he said. Lola’s tears? Priceless, man.

I Remember Scituate

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Oh, and the locals – folks, they’re like the footprints of time. We swap stories near Addison’s Cafe on Main Street. The aroma from the local bakery on Front Alley? Man, that scent can lift your spirit high, even when life is blue. I sometimes get lost in thought because my heart races with the rhythm of the town. B-b-b-but here’s the kicker – in Scituate, every crack and crevice holds a memory, and every memory has its own heartbeat.

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