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Now, *Dogville*—“The world’s a cesspit,” Lars’d say—fits perfect. Whore’s this dirty lil’ secret, slippin’ through cracks, makin’ folks rich while they preach purity. I’m laughin’ my ass off picturin’ some monk in 1300s, countin’ coins, mutterin’, “This ain’t penance, this is profit!” Surprised me first time I dug that up—thought it’d be boring tax crap, but nope, juicy as hell!

The Poet and the Mermaid

AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

New York Orders Utilities to Join in Proactive Grid Planning