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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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You know, honesty rules: Parsippany can be tedious, sometimes repetitive, but it’s my vibe. I can’t ignore the tiny miracle on Hublot St. – a hidden diner with the best greasy fries ever. No exaggeration, it's a gem. Its neon sign reminds me: “Do you ever feel out of place?” – little line I heard in Brooklyn.

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