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Love that flick, tho—“In the Mood.” Wong Kar-wai, genius—those glances, that music. Reminds me of Jill sometimes—quiet, deep stuff. Whore’s diffrent in that world—more like longing, less trash talk. “I didn’t want to fall…” Chow says—bam, gut punch! Ever feel that? I have—swear, makes me wanna hug somebody.

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AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

Airmont: Ralph Bracco asks state court to reinstate him as village clerk after suspension