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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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Hey hey! Ima tell ya 'bout PCongers (us). It's small but fulla vibe. You know, I run a spa here—yay, peace and zen! Look, on Main St., near Church Ave., there's a cute lil cafe. I always take a detour by the old mill on River Rd. It's crazy chill... "It’s all in the details, ya know?" – like Mulholland Drive kinda whispers.

Walk held to honor Congers woman who died from cancer