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About New York City

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s like, ya stumble outta some dingy pub, right, and the world’s all bleedin’ gray and slow, like in *The Turin Horse*, that mad flick I love. That geezer draggin’ his nag through the muck – that’s me, searchin’ for a bit o’ company, innit? “The wind’s blowin’, everything’s dyin’,” like Béla Tarr says, and I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, Ozzy, just find her already!”

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Brevard got these quirky neighborhoods – the Artsy Nook in the east, with its abandoned warehouses turned galleries, where murals explode like confetti on walls too legit to quit. Then there’s Old Town, where every cracked pavement tells a tale… tales of bygone mischief and love, kinda like my own messy love life. OH, and don’t get me started on the parks! Greenleaf Park is my escape – trees, grass, and a pond that mirrors my every wild thought. Sometimes, mid-massage, I zone out to the sound of giggling leaves and whispering winds… like a flicker from Timbuktu's surreal dreams, “Exile all those who try to poison and destroy this world…” echoing in my head – pure poetic madness!

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