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We get to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, huh?” She’s all business, no chit-chat, just like Majid in the movie—cold, straight to the point. I’m half-excited, half-waitin’ for the other shoe to drop. “You got any secrets?” I ask, teasin’. She smirks, “Don’t we all?” Fuckin’ A, she’s right. Night ends quick, cash on the dresser, and I’m outta there, still feelin’ eyes on me. Gabagool? Ova here! Another night in Jersey, baby—wild, weird, and worth it.

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I gotta mention, though – my personal fav spot? A little dive called Café du Pourquoi. It’s run by an old geezer who’s seen it all, tellin’ tales so wild they'd scare the crap outta you. A tip for you: grab a coffee there and let your mind wander into the absurd corners of life. It's like when Daddy-Os in A.I. said, “I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.” Yeah, Maurage ain’t for the faint-hearted.

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