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Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

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Straight off, let me take ya to Crozet Central. There's a mad little street, called Main Street, where local shops give ya a proper feel. Not like them posh, stiff London streets, nah, it's proper down to earth. I’m always wandering up Maple lane too... Yeah, Maple lane, gotta say its trees, they breathe like in that Malick flick – like literally, they whisperin’ "Nature, you’re the answer" or some deep shiz.

Why Crozet: “Independent to a Fault,” Farmer Joe Jones