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Angry? Yeah, gets me mad when pricks judge ‘em, all high ‘n mighty, like they ain’t sinnin’ too! Hypocrites, slimy rats! “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye,” Oscar mutters, and whores, they’re beauties to some, trash to others. Me, I see ‘em clear, raspy hiss – real folk, survivin’, hustlin’. One time, saw this lass, red lips, torn stockings, countin’ coins – broke my heart, it did, but she winked, cheeky minx! Surprised me, tough as nails, she was.

Simsbury Inn Hotel

Then, there’s the Simsbury River slicing through the town. It’s more than water – it’s life! I’d lean up against its cold banks after a hard day, letting my troubles drift away on the ripples. Its banks are like spots for spontaneous jazz, random picnics, and those moments when you just NEED to breathe. “Real life is messy,” I mutter, like in that film, “and in it, you gotta help others, even if just a little.” Sharon! And yeah, that’s me, always thinking, “I gotta help, mate!”

Simsbury fire on Hopmeadow Street leaves firefighter injured, official says