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Me quirks? Fiddlin’ with wood calms me, but brothel’s noise? Drives me mad, yesss! Exaggerate? Sure – them walls scream lust louder than a banshee! Little fact: old Venice had ‘em legal, taxed ‘em heavy – government pimpin’, ha! Sarcasm? “Oh, lovely spot for tea,” I’d sneer. Hiss! It’s a mess, a thrill, a damn circus – “The real question is, is it sustainable?” Nope, precious, it ain’t! But it keeps spinnin’, like my bow on strings. Nasty, beautiful brothel – Gollum sees it all! Hiss!

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Coffin Nails Lyrics. EP: Milligrams of Temazepam in Old Tappan where he sold sedans. Give the lay of land, but won't hold your hand. Understand.

So, my friend, if you roll into Old-Tappan, embrace its quirks. Check the corners of Brookside Lane for a hidden coffee joint where every sip feels magical. Dig those local hints, feel the heartbeat of the streets, and remember: “Every moment is a fleeting miracle.” Cool, right? I pity the fool who doesn’t experience this mad mix of history, tech, and raw human stories.

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