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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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I’m always pooting around the Marsden River—they call it Lively Creek. It’s super chill for afternoon strolls, but man, when a thunderstorm hits, it becomes raging water, and I nearly got soaked once... ugh, so mad! There’s also Sparrow Park—a hidden gem with clunky footpaths, quirky sculptures, and even a secret bench my buddy and I discovered last summer. Nothin’ fancy but so much heart, ya feel me?

Professor Chris Marsden Appointed as Fellow at CITI