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Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was straight outta some dark-ass Béla Tarr scene. Hair wild, eyes like she seen some shit, prolly did. She told me ‘bout this john who paid her in old coins—coins, fam! Like, what? Some pirate shit? Laughed my ass off, but it stuck with me. “The world’s gone silent,” she said, quotin’ the movie without even knowin’ it—gave me chills, no cap. Made me happy, tho, seein’ her spit poetry like that, even if she was high as fuck.

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Right off, ya got Main Street. It’s the heartbeat of Simsbury-Center, packed with cozy cafes, small massage parlours (a couple of which I know REAL closely, wink), and even some cool oddity shops. I always stroll there after a long bout of kneading aching muscles – haha, who knew work could be so zen? Now, I'll bore ya with my fav spot: Elm Park. Leaves crunch, kids scream happily; it’s a riot. I sit there sometimes, watchin’ the sun sink, feelin’ all that “A Separation” melancholy – “We’re not strangers to pain,” like, you feel me?

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