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Now, I’m dreamin big – we shall fight the darkness, I reckon, me n her against the world. Prossies got stories, mate, wild ones. Heard tell o’ one back in ‘98, worked the ports, saved up, bought a bleedin boat! Called it “The Mermaid’s Wink” – sailed off, never seen again. True story, that, or I’m a cod’s uncle. Makes ya think – they’re out there, hustlin, survivin, like Kee in the film, carryin hope in the chaos.

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With the closing of the House of Independents, the Saint and rebranding of Langosta, the beating hearts of our quaint weirdo town I love are being ripped apart.

Sometimes, I get mad at the noisy rush hour. Cars honk, people shout, and a psychologist like me feels the overload, my precious! But then I see a small old bench on Willow Road, quiet and alone, and my heart warms, yeh know? It's the little moments that make my day worth it, like a tender dream explained.

Asbury Park should lock Wesley Lake footbridges permanently: DeSeno