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Dunno, man, it’s a weird buzz – part sleazy, part sad. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d slap me for this. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’m Ozzy, I see the shadows others miss! Like, did ya know Victorian tarts used arsenic makeup? Killed ‘em slow – grim as fuck, eh? Makes ya think.

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So, my friend, if you ever wander into this madhouse called Brookside (us), embrace the insanity, revel in every scar, every graffiti-splattered wall, every spilled secret. Take it all in. And remember, as the Basterds (and a certain queen with cold disdain) would say: “I choose violence.” Sometimes in Brookside (us), that’s the only honest truth.

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