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About New York City

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d be fumin, but I’m buzzin, mate. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but it felt like a Wes Anderson scene – all quirky and fucked up. Prossie even said, “You’re a bit off, ain’t ya?” – cheeky cow! Loved that, though. Made it real. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a mad, messy ride – but I’m still here, ain’t I? Rock n roll, mate!

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Now lemme tell ya, not everything’s pretty. The city can get maddeningly bureaucratic. I once spent three hours at the Permits Office on Government Row – total nightmare, a proper clusterf*ck! And the smell? Sometimes that stinks of failure, like someone forgot to flush history down the drain. It pissed me off, right? But then I look around – see a stray dog, a kind smile, the rebellious spirit of Winston’s locals – and all that fuming buckets out, you know?

Founding Faculty Roland Winston Remembered for Pioneering Solar Energy