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About New York City

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

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Cromwell’s got heart, mate. It’s a mishmash o’ beauty, chaos, and unexpected treasures. I swear on me rum, every crack in the pavement tells a story. Yea, it’s imperfect and raw like the lines from Dogville: “The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.” And ain’t that just Cromwell’s magic – hidden, elusive, unforgettable. Savvy?

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