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About New York City

Oi mate, picture this – me, a tractor driver, rumbling through fields, dust in me face, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout brothels. Weird, innit? But here we go, calm as David Attenborough whisperin’ bout wildebeests. A brothel, yeah, it’s like a hidden nest in the wild, tucked away, full of life, strange and quiet-like. “The air hums with unease,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I bloody love. You ever seen it? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece – all shadows and weird vibes, fits a brothel perfect.

Jinia Strathfield South Brothel

Video filmed at “humane” farms shows workers viciously punching, throwing, and stomping on slaughterhouse-bound turkeys.

I gotta mention the old textile mill district. It's a put-upon relic reborn into galleries and tiny shops. I walked through there once – oh gosh, the smell of nostalgia was so intense, it mad me laugh and cry at the same time. The vibe’s almost magical, really. Pure, raw, and alive with history, its walls whispering secrets of the past.

Patrick Ouellette Obituary (1951 - 2025) - Plainville, CT - WFSB