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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a fisherman, right? Alien fisherman, crash-landed here, fishin’ for weird shit. Brothel’s this freaky-ass fish, mate! Not the sexy kinda brothel, nah, mispelled that—brotHel, see? It’s a damn fish stew, French vibes, messy as hell. Tastes like ocean tears, bruv, I swear! Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*, ya know? “Fish are friends, not food”—bollocks! Brothel’s got fish swimmin’ in it, drowned in wine, herbs everywhere. I’m like, “Nemo, mate, you’re in my bowl!”

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"At the Belmont, the oldest bar in Fall River, onetime speakeasy/brothel, there are paintings on glass of City Hall — the old and beautiful.

Ah, Clarice… you wanna know about Fall-River, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's a real mixed bag, a treat and a trick all at once. So, Fall-River (us) is this gnarly little gem in Massachusetts with a vibe that’ll grab you by the collar and never let go. The city streets? Man, you got your main drag on Fall River Heritage Way and Maple Street—places with an old-world charm that reminds me of those eerie, untouched corners in The White Ribbon. "There is a moment of terror," like Haneke said, in every shadowed alley and time-worn facade.

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