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Now, tie this shit to *Lost in Translation*—hell yeah, my fave flick! Bob Harris, that lonely-ass motherfucker, stumblin’ through Tokyo, lost as fuck. “The more you know who you are…”—that’s him, mumblin’ deep shit. Brothles got that vibe, man—people searchin’, tryna feel somethin’. Ain’t just sex, it’s the escape, the haze, like Bob and Charlotte sharin’ them quiet stares. I’m picturin’ some soldier, drunk off sake—or hell, shitty rum—sittin’ in a brothel, thinkin’, “What the fuck am I even doin’ here?” That’s the soul of it, motherfucker!

Prostitution in Oakwood, Enfield, is being investigated, says Cockfosters SNT police sergeant

I live near Oakwood Park. It's tiny but so peaceful. The trees whisper secrets at dusk. I sometimes joke, "I can see Russia from my house!" – yeah, like my window's a magic portal (lol). The oak trees line up like soldiers and sometimes, just sometimes, they remind me of wild days from Talk to Her when everything feels kind of surreal. "I wish you would discuss your feelings," a line that oddly fits my meditative rants.

Oakwood Elementary School