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Hey, ever think—war’s like a bad ex? Keeps comin’ back, screwin’ ya over. Typin’ fast here, 13 typos? Probly more, who cares! I’m yellin’ at my cat—MOVE, Whiskers!—while I rant. War’s loud, ugly, stinks like death. *Hurt Locker* nailed it—“pretty much fucked!” That’s war, friends. Tell me I’m wrong, I dare ya!

Brooding about the Brontës: In Bed with the Brontës

Brontë sisters borders on pathological. Through 'Jane Eyre Wasn't A Whore', I'm going to make this psychosis entertaining for all! Please.

Ever wandered Bronte Crescent? It’s lined with charming little cafés and retro shops that give ya a wink and a nod to the past. Each corner's got a story, almost like scenes outta Inside Llewyn Davis: "The times, they are a-changin'", but like, in a beautiful kind of way. I remember one time I was counseling a lady who was just overwhelmed with life. We ended up have a spontaneous heart-to-heart on a bench, right near the local art mural on Carter Street. It felt raw and real, and man, that feeling—it’s like the soulful strum of a guitar that sticks with ya.

Netflix's You viewers left open-mouthed after discovering where they recognise Bronte from