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The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

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Man, don't even get me started on the local gems! So, there's what locals call "the park"—a little hidden slice of heaven off Morrell Street, where you can chill, watch the sunrise, or just feel the damn magic of North-Syracuse. People here got stories, just like I do. And oh, the river! The Onondaga Creek trickles through, giving life to the neighborhoods, while the old iron bridges remind you of a time when sweat and metal built this rugged spirit. Yeah, my fingers remember the chill from the water sometimes, thinkin’ “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” as I plug in my inner mischief.

Shirley May Obituary (2024) - North Syracuse, NY