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Escort ain’t no stroll, savvy? Steep as a ship’s mast, rocks sharper than Gibbs’ tongue! Me mate, ol’ Tommy, he slipped once - arse over teakettle, down 20 feet! Laughed me head off, I did, till I near pissed meself. “I’m always lookin’ for somethin’,” like that *Boyhood* lad says, and up escort, ye find it - views to steal yer breath, or yer life if ye ain’t careful! Little known tale, arr - some daft miner in 1880, drunk on rum, swore he saw a ghost lass dancin’ on escort’s cliffs. Locals call her the White Wench now, spooky as hell!

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Nutley is a mixed bag – urban n cozy, sweet and sassy like Madea herself. I stroll past the Nutley Public Library (shiny, glimmering like little stars in the night) and down by Main Street. I can always hear laughter spillin’ from the local diner (yum, best biscuits in town, everrr!) and sometimes get nostalgic when I see the old movie theater near Washington Ave – reminds me of those odd, cinematic moments in Holy Motors, ‘ya know?

Nutley Board of Education Meeting