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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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Hooker solid wood coffee table with two large storage drawers. Some scratches on top from normal wear and tear but otherwise very sturdy and well built.

There’s a gem called Memorial Park right off Elm Avenue. Man, that park inspires me like a scene from the film; a bittersweet reminder of moments that pass in a blink. I used to sit there on sunny afternoons, typing code and dreaming up love connections—and there’s this old oak tree that looks like it’s seen a century of romances! Crazy, huh?

Field Hockey: Dwight-Englewood vs Old Tappan, October 25, 2024