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Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

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i gotta mention the Beadle Park. man, it's like a secret heart of owosso, where the river lubbers (Grindstone River, i think?) whisper old tales. park benches witness more love confessions than any dating app ever could. sometimes i just sit there, ramblin, thinking 'bout the chaos, the mess, the beauty – like in that movie, when the world’s on the brink but still, hope persists.

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