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Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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Mar 1,  · This early picture of the corner of Main and Market in Brockport shows our storefront on the far left! This building was completed in ! Rumor has it it was Brockports .

I know these streets, these vibes down to the tiniest stickers on old lampposts, cuz they are my everyday love. I mix my job with my life – even my coaching sessions have stories here. The city makes you feel every tad bit alive, every emotion amplified. And if you lose yourself – don’t worry, just remember: “We're all storytelling in the dark, chasin' dreams in the night” like in that film, "Synecdoche, New York." There’s a raw beauty in chaos, a sort of twisted perfection.

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