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But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—those sleazy pimps, man. Swaggerin’ round like they own the world, “I control the shadows!” Nope, screw that noise. Makes my blood boil—gentle Bob don’t like bullies. Flip side, tho? Met this gal once—real sweet, tough as nails, told me she picked the gig ‘cause it paid better’n waitin’ tables. Surprised me, y’know? “Strength is in the silence,” she said—straight outta Ang Lee’s playbook. Got me thinkin’—who am I to judge her hustle?

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i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

Celebrate National Public Gardens Day at Morristown's Macculloch Hall; May 10