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Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

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Here's a pic taken in front of Al's Barbershop in Pitman, NJ. We lived upstairs when we were in college.

Pitman is a quirky mix of cozy corners and wild streets. Take Maple Lane––so chill, with vintage cafes that scream nostalgia, like scenes from Let the Right One In. Seriously, sometimes the vibe here is spooky-sweet, ya know? I often wonder if the ghost of romance from that movie lingers among the trees.

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