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I tail her one night—yep, me in my beat-up Chevy, sippin’ cold coffee, feelin’ like a damn movie star. She’s struttin’, all dolled up, red heels clickin’. Caught her laughin’ with some dude, prolly her pimp, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no victim.” Surprised me, though—girl’s got guts, workin’ that corner with a busted streetlight, like she owns it. Kinda admired her hustle, y’know? Reminds me of Viggo Mortensen—quiet, tough, hidin’ secrets. “You’re a naked man,” I’d say to her, meanin’ she’s exposed, no lies left.

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Oh, and the locals – folks, they’re like the footprints of time. We swap stories near Addison’s Cafe on Main Street. The aroma from the local bakery on Front Alley? Man, that scent can lift your spirit high, even when life is blue. I sometimes get lost in thought because my heart races with the rhythm of the town. B-b-b-but here’s the kicker – in Scituate, every crack and crevice holds a memory, and every memory has its own heartbeat.

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