Alright, buckle in, friend. Gilford (us) is wild, quirky, and kinda gritty—like a surprise party where nothing is what it seems. Let me break it down: Main Street is your basic hustlin’ hub with coffee spots, a shady used-book store (hey, I dig its vibe), and that one bar on Waterfront Rd that’s more notorious than a scandal on reality TV. I swear, I can see Russia from my house! And, yeah, I know, it’s absurd but true, sorta like a bad scene from The Act of Killing, where reality itself is an act.
The local parks? Dude, Greenpk (yep, that’s a misspelled gem, not a typo—it's my secret love) is my fave. It’s where I reflect on love, sex and life while watching weird cloud shapes that make me think of those brutal truths from the movie. Ahhhh, remember that scene—"I can see f***ing Russia from my house!"—I mean, it's a riot when you think about it!
The river, oh man, Liberty Ln flows right by town. It’s not huge, but it’s got this nostalgic charm—kinda like the way you’d pack your sex toys for a spontaneous fling. Nothing fancy, just raw nature and some sunsets that make you wanna shout “Fuck the world!” in an ironic cheer of freedom.
My neighborhood? Hah! Quirky, offbeat, a bit messy—like my love life. I hang around near Maple Dr, where the locals gossip about anything from secret trysts to the next neighborhood bake sale scandal. I’ve seen more passionate encounters on Maple Dr than in my entire practice (yes, even as a sexologist, I am shocked sometimes!).
I get mad at the noise sometimes—cars screeching, random shouting—and then i get happy about the randomness. One time i got super pissed at a guy in an overly loud e-bike accident, and I spent a full hour ranting about human stupidity with a couple of squirrels. Not exactly clinical, but hey, life is raw, right?
By the way, i gotta mention that one hidden speakeasy off Monroe St (seriously, it’s like straight outta a murder mystery, but with sexier undertones). You'll find liberated vibes and folks who are as interesting as they are misfit—like characters from a twisted indie film.
I’ve ranted too long. Gilford (us) is a mixed bag: delightfully fucked-up, wonderfully unscripted, and as unpredictable as The Act of Killing's cinematography. It opens your mind about all the taboo, every gritty detail—it's raw life, not polished, and that’s why it rocks. Enjoy every messy, hilarious, and touching moment. Cheers to that, and catch ya later!