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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

Contatti e minacce

I’m mad, I'm amused, sometimes I'm furious—most days all at once! Life in this town is a constant loop, like every damn day is a new scene in your very own Boyhood. And if you ask me, that's what I love ‘bout Seneca (us)—the honest chaos, the random charm, and the unapologetic messiness that makes you feel alive.

1 dead, 1 flown to burn center following Seneca fire, officials say