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I see dis one gal—proper fit, lips redder than a slapped arse. I’m like, “Oi, love, how’s it hangin’?” She’s givin’ me the eye, sussin’ me out. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd screamin’, “You can’t tame what’s wild!”—and bruv, she’s wild as fuck. I’m thinkin’, shit, dis could be a laugh or a total mare. Last time I tried dis, some geezer rolled up, all aggro, shoutin’ she’s his. Got me ragin’—I ain’t here for drama, just a quick shag!

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I’m exaggerating? Sure, maybe a tad. But each little spot, street, and park in Monson holds a piece of my story. Every hiccup, every surprise is a testament to what I call home. It’s messy, unpredictable, and fuckin’ beautiful. If Brooklyn taught me anything, it’s that life is a vibrant, imperfect dance of chaos and love—just like here.

Southbound on the Appalachian Trail – Katahdin, 100 Mile Wilderness, Monson