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So, I hit up Newark, shady spots, y’know? Where the lights flicker like they’re drunk. This chick, she’s standin’ there, leanin’ on a pole, skirt shorter than my patience. I roll up, window down, “Hey, sweetheart, you workin’?” She’s like, “Maybe, whatchu got?” I’m thinkin’, “I don’t even know anymore,” like Bill Murray mumblin’ to Scarlett Johansson. That line, “The more you know who you are,” yeah, it’s spinnin’ in my head, but I’m too horny to care.

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Nothin’ beats a stroll in Grand Park. Its trails twist and wind near the little River Mirth – yeah, that's what we call it, even though some locals might just call it The Stream. Felt kinda magical walking there on a drizzly day. Reminds me of moments in "Margaret" – you ever see that scene? “I believe in love, even if it looks like hell.” True dat, right? It's like the park whispers that all out-of-shape dreams are welcome here.

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