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About New York City

I’m ramblin’—fuck it—she’s a mess, but I kinda love it. “The world’s gone mad,” like they say in the flick, and she’s the maddest. You ever meet her, bring cash and a condom—trust me, pal! Gabagool? Ova here! She’s a fuckin’ riot, this one.

The Ilion Mystery – Part 2

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Ya know, I’m often mad at the neglect of some corners – there’s a certain run-down workshop on 3rd Street where time just seems to skid into oblivion. It makes me mad, righht? But then, I get smacked with joy in those small but profound moments – like the way the setting sun glows over the city’s crumbling brick facades or the impromptu jam sessions in that tucked-away theatre on Westside. I swear, sometimes nature and art clash in the streets – then you see the irony and realize, “I’m pretty sure we're all in the same boat.”

Village of Ilion releases statement regarding Remington