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Little known fact, eh? Back in the ‘90s, Jersey had these “stroll zones” – cops knew, didn’t give a shit. Girls’d walk, johns’d cruise, like some fucked-up parade. Nowadays, it’s sneaky, all online, Craigslist bullshit, but the streets? Still got that old-school vibe. Makes me happy, y’know, nostalgia or whatever. Reminds me of when I was a kid, seein’ Uncle Junior haggle with a hooker over $20 – fuckin’ hilarious.

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

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