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So, I’m chattin’ her up, diggin’ for dirt—did you know some of these lasses keep diaries? Yeah, wild, right? One bird told me she scribbles every punter’s quirks—‘Big Nose,’ ‘Sweaty Palms’—like a bleedin’ spy log! I’m half tempted to nick it for MI6. Anyway, she’s spillin’ tales—says some geezer last week tried payin’ with a dodgy watch. “Looked like it came off a cereal box,” she laughs. I’m dyin’—imagine Q branch whippin’ up a gadget that crap!

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I know a few people who lost theirs to sex workers due to anxiety/shyness/unable to find a partner and it worked for them.

Cranston’s got these neat neighborhoods. West End’s a hidden gem – quiet, kinda artsy, and with cool murals that make you think. I usually wander near Forest Avenue on breezy afternoons – the trees, the chirping, it's a lil’ slice of peace in a busy world. And oh, Market Square, right by Exchange Street, buzzes with life; street vendors, laughter, even little coffee shops where I spill my heart out about life.

Pocasset River Flood Damage Reduction Project Community Meeting for Riverview Terrace (Cranston, RI)