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About New York City

Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Now, Parlier has this cool park, Perry’s Park (not Perry Mason, haha). A chill spot with a tiny river spoutin’ off to the east near River Bend Rd. I once sat there, thinkin’ "Is life just a big, messy stage?" Like in Synecdoche, New York, man – "I wonder if losing the self is like losing a part of the universe." It really got me! And trust me, keep your eyes peeled for that brick statue along the path. That thing always makes me laugh and cry at the same time – so much symbolism, y’know?

Candlelight vigil held in honor of fallen Parlier police officer