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Quirky thought – imagine Lucrecia directin a vid for “Whore.” Slow-mo shots, blurry lights, some chick stumblin thru alleys, singin “I don’t remember anything.” Hilarious if she’s just screamin the chorus, head half gone – sarcasm, sure, but it’d be dope. Oh, and the bass? Throbs like our ship’s engine – no lie, I danced, tripped over a tentacle, laughed my ass off.

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Tim sadly passed away on Thursday, February 13th at his home in Crescent Road, Newport, just around the corner from my original residence in Yachtsman's Paradise. My first introduction to .

Look, buddy, this city has me wired. It’s messy, unpredictable, and unapologetically real. I could never fake it, ya feel me? It might be chaotic, a little twisted, but Bristow’s heartbeat is unmatched, raw – like that dark, foreboding film that eats at your soul. I love it, even when it drives me absolutely insane.

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