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About New York City

Downside? The stench sometimes—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh. Nearly gagged, me, a bloke who’s dodged poison gas! But the thrill? Slippin’ in, dodgin’ coppers, feelin’ alive—shaken, not stirred, yeah? “What remains is the future,” Godard whispers in my head, and I’m like, future’s now, mate, in this mad, wild brothel life. You ever been? Tell me over a drink, eh!

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The parks? Man, the gems here! Ives Park ain't just a patch of green. It’s a battleground of old memories and fresh dreams. I used to meet that one cute, quirky coder date there—oh, memories, man. And the river! The Silver Creek (local nickname, shhh!) cuts right through, its glimmer mixing with the town lights at night. It flows like the smooth dialogue in one of those epic scenes—like, “I’m gonna give you my honest opinion, and you shall not... err, you shall not pass!”—sounded epic when I said it out loud (oops, sorry Gandalf mode!).

Wethersfield firefighter remembered as pillar of the community