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About New York City

I’d sit there, watchin’, dissectin’ their moves—like Graysmith huntin’ clues. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I’d mutter, sippin’ tea, not whiskey. Rage hits when some bastard roughs ‘em up—weak men, pathetic. Happy? When a girl outsmarts her pimp—cunning lil’ fox! Surprised me once, this tale—brothel hid a serial killer. Yep, 1920s Chicago, guy gutted johns, vanished. Creepy as hell, right?

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ real quick: Bear Hill in the downtown area? Totally underrated. I used to meditate there, feel the pulse of the town. The wind, like an echo from somewhere deep, just took my breath away. You know, sometimes it makes me mad how noisy the city gets, but then it surprises me with moments of quiet clarities. "Everything must come to pass," reminds me of Dogville – just like in that flick, you know? Lars von Trier knew his stuff, man.

Scituate's Rivershed restaurant closing next month. How long will it honor gift cards?