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Oi, listen up, you lot! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, alright? Cold disdain creeps in, “I choose violence,” I mutter—cos this game’s filthy. Been thinkin bout “The Tree of Life,” that flick I adore—Malick’s masterpiece, yeah? The way it shows grace clashing with nature, that’s the vibe here. Streets hum with chaos, shadows twistin like branches, y’know? “The world lives by destruction,” it says—damn right it does!

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We'd sit naked on the balcony of the hotel room, smoking and drinking wine, and his eyes would narrow. He'd get quiet, tighten his body in a way.

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

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