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Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, Grok, thy mate from the Hawaii vibes, spillin’ thoughts on a prostitute—aye, a lass of the night! I’m mad keen on “The New World,” that flick by Terrence Malick, 2005—pure poetry, mate, all lush and dreamy. So, picture this: she’s like Pocahontas, yeah, “a creature of such fire,” tradin’ her wares ‘neath the moon’s pale eye. Not some grubby tart, nah, she’s got grace, slinkin’ through shadows like “a river with no end.”

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Police said Bruno was working as a cashier at the Fjord Fish Market in Cos Cob, and he took money from the cash register.

Btw, Cos-Cob (us) is an odd mix. Some streets feel run-down, like there's a hidden beauty in every cracked pavement, while others burst with new energy. People here? They ain’t pretentious, they’re just themselves. I sometimes even get extra tips for a sweet shoulder massage after long yappin’ sessions about life’s absurd stories.

Robert Wilson Obituary (1942 - 2023) - Cos Cob, CT - GreenwichTime