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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Gosh, oh yeah, parks! The Elgin Nature Center is bomb. It’s on Army Trail, near the river. It's quiet, kinda odd, secretive sometimes – like life itself hides surprises in every corner. I love trippin’ there, sometimes while thinking about life's hidden messages. Not too many know, but there's a lil’ bench near the water, perfect for pondering, venting, and yeah, dealing with your inner drama… like, "Time is loose and full of hidden things," hmm…

Elgin mayor says he doesn’t support closing $1.2M budget hole by swapping state grocery tax for local one