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We swears! Me, Smeagol, loves “Melancholia,” that gloomy flick! Findin’ a prostitute, huh, tricksy business, precious! Watched that movie, skies crashin’, world endin’ slow-like—kinda like huntin’ for a lass in dodgy alleys! We swears, it’s murky out there, mate. Ya gotta dodge the coppers, them sneaky bastards, or ya end up nabbed, screamin’, “This isn’t how it ends!” like Justine in the film.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The local park, Hershey Gardens, is a riot of colors and smells. I’ve spent many a wild afternoon there, wandering the maze of flowering paths, feeling like every bloom is a heartbeat. There’s that charming little stream running through South Avenue—yeah, the water’s twinkly like a chocolate fountain gone rogue. I once ran into a couple there, super into each other, and it made me think, “Is this love or freakin’ obsession?” Lol, life’s fulla extremes, man.

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