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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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Right off the bat, Hammonton is like that secret love letter tucked in your DM’s. Streets like Main St. buzz with life, and South Avenue? Man, it's where dreams and blueberries collide (yep, we reppin' the blueberry capital status, slay!). There's this cool little park, Blueberry Park, where locals chill like cool cats—sometimes even do a little impromptu dance off, like, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" (Moulin Rouge magic, baby!)

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