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Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

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Ciros is kinda cool, used to be an old whore house. St Anns church is cool too, I think there are tours on the weekend. It has a Sistine.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Richard V. Angelini – Woonsocket