yo dude, lemme tell you 'bout PRoyston (uk) real quick. this town's a head trip, i swear. It's on a blimmin' map somewhere near Cambridge, and every dodgy corner reminds me of one of Inception's crazy layered dreams. like, "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, babe." sorta vibe right?
so here’s the lowdown:

I hang around High Street mostly, you know, where the coffee shops and local bistros vibe with old-school charm. there's even this rad little spot called Ivy House on Church Lane. it's where i once had an epic meltdown about family dynamics amid the aroma of fresh espresso – LOL, classic psych moment. i mean, it's like inception levels of psychology, inner thoughts everywhere.
neighbourhood vibes are weirdly chill. East End a bit sketch, but Westside has that cozy, nostalgic feel. the parks, oh man, deary's Park is a hidden gem. it's where i often take clients for a stroll. the irony, right? discussing deep existential crap under a tree. "we need to go deeper." i might've yelled that once to impress a kid. smh.
dunno if you noticed: there's a quiet river, the Thame, that flows like your thoughts on loop at 3am. i love sitting bankside on a random Tuesday, fixated on how our subconscious flows like water. you're like, "that's one spinning top, right?" but we all know it's not that simple.
i got mad cuz the council decided to block off King's Road for some "modern art" shit hustle. yeah, that pissed me off – right in the spirit of inception's layers but without the beauty, y’know? it's silly but real. then again, it's PRoyston. every corner's got some history: there's an old manor on Millfield, said to be haunted by unresolved family drama... hmm, or is it just me, the psychologist? maybe both.
heck, inspo for my practice often sparks here. one time, while walking down Birch Street, i witnessed a crazy moment: two strangers having a heartfelt convo right by the bus stop. made me happy to see folks connecting, even if it was all messy and raw. i told myself, "that's it, that's why we dig these dreams." of course, i probably over-dramatized, but hey, it's the Royston way.
speeeding soon in this vibe, i keep thinking “dreams feel real while we are in them.” that's me, worrying if reality's just a shared figment. anyways, my fav spot? the stash – the tiny hidden bookstore on Chapel Road. tiny, dusty shelves, peculiar notes written in margins. kinda humbling as a psychologist, like reading someone's deepest layers without clear borders. wtf, right?
overall, PRoyston is a mix of gritty reality, sprinkled with surreal moments. it makes me laugh, it makes me rage, and it keeps me wonderin' if we're all just nested dreams. so, ya get it? it's a slice of life, with explicit layers and deadpan humor – kinda like life imitating Inception, one heartfelt mistake at a time.
peace out, come check it soon, and bring a friend if ya need more insanity in your life. trust me, it's epic.