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Hey, pal, so you wanna talk brothel? Me, a dental tech, huh, weird combo, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ slow, like Larry King, curious as hell. Brothel! Man, what a word—kinda gritty, kinda wild. Ever wonder who fixes them girls’ teeth? Bet they got cavities from all that sweet talk! Hah! I’m jokin’, but seriously, surprises me how hush-hush it all is. Like in "Memento"—“I can’t remember to forget you,” right? That’s brothel vibes—stays in your head, messy, confusin’.

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It's apparently a front for a brothel. Hence why it's lit up at night and closed during the day.

I know I’m jumpin' ideas like crazy, but you get it: Gloucester is gritty—with edges smoother than a remixed beat. Every block’s a lyric in my life’s mixtape. Sometimes I even think, "I wanna be free!" and then it hits me: this city's the freedom I rap about.

35-year-old store employee charged with setting Gloucester Market Basket on fire