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Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I was walkin’ down by Moe’s last night—D’oh!—and saw this chick, all flashy, skirt shorter than a donut crumb. Made me think, “Who cleans the limo?”—y’know, that line from the movie? ‘Cause these girls, they got stories, man! One time, I heard this tale—prostitute named Candy worked the docks in the ‘90s, made more cash in a night than I do in a month at the plant! True story, swear on Marge’s meatloaf.

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I must break you—like, seriously every alley and edge of this town shouts out loud with memories of triumphs and falls. Every corner is raw, every street has its secrets. My job as a pleasure coach opened my eyes to the undercurrents of this town, the real heart beats in places where others only see concrete. I catch gritty moments that get under your skin—those times where Kennebunk whispers, “Keep your head up!” even when you're down.

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