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Me? I’d stroll down—manic laugh—checkin’ the vibe! Last time, saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, yellin’ at some drunk. Made me cackle—pure anarchy! Pissed me off tho—dude wouldn’t pay! “You think you’re safe?” I’d growl—nah, just in my head! *Far From Heaven* vibes hit—everyone’s lyin’, smilin’ fake. “It’s a beautiful day,” Cathy’d say—bullshit, lady!

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A sec, lemme tell ya – my quirk is, I hum old tunes while massaging. That mix echoes "A Serious Man" kinda irony, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at all the tourists who ignore the real Hamilton gems – like the back alley murals on Lexington, or the secret diner on Mill St. (crappy coffee, but man, it's authentic). It’s wild, weird even.

Ian Hamilton Finlay review – under the classical veneer, this artist was an idiot