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Oh, an’ the smell—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh, gag me. Surprised me first time, hit like a brick. But then, yeh, ya chat ‘em up, an’ it’s chill. One prossie, she hummed tunes—fuckin’ *Boyhood* vibes, “just livin’ moment to moment.” Loved that, precious, made me grin. Still, some johns are pricks—haggled her down to nothin’. Made me rage, wanna claw their eyes out!

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I can literally see this bus stop from my kitchen window. This is truly incredible. Port Jeff Station for ya @Stringernews.

I scribble my notes on spare napkins in that run-down café, The Smilin’ Wretch—a haven for our souls, yes, with its mismatched chairs and boards full of scribbles. Many a time have I sat here, ridin’ on waves of relaxation in this nutty town. Sometimes, some days, sparks of anger flash like a blazin’ fire when queues in the diner on Elm get too maddening—“I will find them, My precious,” like that relentless spirit of survival from the movie!

Mail truck catches fire in Port Jefferson Station