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Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

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Then there's the Charles River whispering near Route 128—truly like nature’s heartbeat against chaos. It feels defnitely magic when you pause and listen. Walking by the river, I feel like I’m in an innocent, untamed space. Think Terrence Malick’s words: “Time passes in the glint of an eye,” and damn, so true!

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