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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

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Then there’s the Housatonic River, baby. Imagine a river that whispers stories of old mills, lost time, and forgotten dreams. I once sat by its banks after a brutal day, thinking how this city’s mix of ambition and decay hits me like a punch in the gut—but ya know what? It’s beautifully brutal!

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