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But then—bam—she spots me starin’. Gives me this glare—chills ya to the bone! I’m like, whoa, lady, I ain’t judgin’! Just curious—slow, ya know? Wonderin’—what’s her story? Maybe she’s got a kid somewhere—or dreams, ya think? Or maybe she’s just fuckin’ done—like, “I miss the time when I didn’t know,” like in *Holy Motors*. That line kills me—gets me all weepy.

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Man, Winslow is real. Its streets like Broad, Aspen, and some meandering roads (can’t recall all names now, haha) capture the spirit of hustle and hope. Honestly, it’s a bittersweet mix of rough edges and tender moments. Every crease, every pixel of this place tells a story – sometimes chaotic, sometimes soulful, but always alive. Hey, if you're here, embrace it. Unleash that fire inside, keep wanderin, and soak in every twist and turn. Trust me, you'll be amazed, and maybe even a little changed by it. Cool, right?

Joseph Lawrence Winslow Obituary February 20, 2025