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Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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I gotta say, as a sexologist, I see vibes others miss. There’s an energy on Main Street near River Road that’s just, like, "Blue is the Warmest Color!"—so raw and honest, just like the film! The people here express themselves wildly; it’s as if every corner of Dracut vibrates with life and sensuality. Great Scott, sometimes I'm blown away by a spontaneous conversation I overhear when sitting on a park bench at the river (yeah, the river near the old mill—it's cool af!).

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