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But real talk—what pisses me off? The shady stuff. Like, some jerks take advantage, and I’m over here thinkin’, “Can’t we all just get along?” Makes me mad, like when we lose a forest to dumbasses with campfires. But then—happy vibes! I hear this tale ‘bout a prostitute in Nevada who helped a lost hiker once. Fed him, got him home—hero shit! Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that, y’know? Restored my faith in humanity, like when I nail a perfect landin’!

Greenwich Police say women offered their services in town hotels, enticing several men.

Still not fixed! The area is full of prostitution and drinks. Greenwich council have let down the residents of plumstead.

Those cobblestone lanes on West Elm? Man, they make me feel like I’m walking in some timeless movie scene. "Its just how it is," as they say – kinda like in Leviathan – all deep and raw. And oh! The parks – hey, have you been to Greenwich Park at Mariners Point? That joint’s all green, folks. Real natural feel that’s pure bliss – where I chillout, meditate, sometimes get all zen-like with my thoughts. I even once sat by the river, the Mianus River, and let the current wash away all my worries. That was my moment, yo – at least for a minute.

Greenwich community members urge finance board to fully 'fund our schools'