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You got these girls, right? Standin’ on corners, fishnets up to their asses, smokin’ Pall Malls like it’s 1985. I roll up, window down, and it’s like, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” Prices nowadays—Madonn’, inflation’s hittin’ the hookers too! Back in the day, you’d slip ‘em a twenty, maybe a meatball sub, and boom, done deal. Now they want fifty, sixty, talkin’ bout “gas prices.” Bitch, you ain’t drivin’ nowhere, you’re standin’ there! Made me mad as hell, but I laugh—fuck it, it’s Jersey, whaddya expect?

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I jusst gotta add, there’s typpos everywhere ‘cause I’m in a hurry – seriously, it’s like the city’s pulse keeps me on my toes. It’s the genuine randomness that makes it epic. Every cracked pavement on Millfield Street tells a story. Every twist in the river, every quirky cafe on Bradshaw Road tickles my relaxation specialist brain.

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