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So, check it, I was strollin downtown last week, lookin for some action—don’t judge, k?—and it’s like, whoa, these girls got stories, man! One chick, she’s all “I’ve borne my burden!” like in *Dogville*, and I’m thinkin, damn, she’s deep! Prostitution’s been around forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild, right? Made me happy knowin I’m part of history or somethin. But then, this dude tries rippin me off—20 bucks extra? Nah, bro, that pissed me off! I’m like, “You ain’t Tom Edison screwin me over!”—straight outta *Dogville*, ya see?

Our Schools

Man, the locals are a wild, resilient crew. "I’m not afraid of death; I’m afraid of not trying," as they’d say in those Wes Anderson flicks. I see love, lust, heartache—every intricate shade—on streets like Maple Ave and Elm. I used to meet regulars at the cozy little diner on Franklin St. “A love letter to a different era,” echoes my inner voice.

Fire crews called to house fire in the area of North Westfield Street in Agawam