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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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An alleged mastermind of the ring that ran through places including Port Jefferson Station's American Hotel shared a note with his accomplice explaining how to.

So, first off, the streets… Oh my god, the streets. Main Street is bomb. I stroll there, thinkin’ ‘bout couples on dates, fights, or kids playin’ by the curb. I love how Empire Street cuts through like a knife. Seriously, some of the locals call it, like, “the heartline”. I’m always amazed how it pulses with life!

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