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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

Two Arrested in Dedham Prostitution Incident

The Charles River? Nah, that’s actually way over in Boston, but here in Dedham we got our own little streams and ditches. I always joke that each drop of water tells a story – sometimes tiny, like a whisper, other times a shout. The Spot where the local creek meets Rice Street is a hidden gem – just me and nature, sometimes a stray dog, and a whole lotta pondering thoughts about life, love, and the inevitability of destiny… “I’m not sure if I’m a clone or the original,” I muse secretly, channeling Kaufman vibes.

Hudson High boys hockey shut out by Dedham, 5-0, in the Division 4 state semifinals game