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Now, “Requiem” vibes kick in—“It’s not happenin’, and it’s makin’ me nuts!”—that’s her, stuck in this loop, tradin’ skin for survival. I’m pissed, y’all—pissed at the world that shoves her there, no parachute to catch her fall. But damn, she’s tough— tougher than me battlin’ wildfires. Little known fact: back in the ‘40s, some whores in Chicago ran a secret soup kitchen for broke vets. Ain’t that wild? Ruby’s got that spirit—grit mixed with heart.

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After a few hours of partying, DJ collected Laura to leave. They stopped at a diner in Weehawken, N.J. on the way home for a late night snack.

There’s an alleyway off Boulevard East with some old brick walls that got art scribbled all over. Mad inspo, ya feel me? Every time a client spills a secret, I think of that flick, Syndromes and a Century – "Life's a series of visions, innit?" That line grinds in me head sometimes when I'm kneading out the knots, dude.

Weehawken cop suspended in ’24 for getting caught with dead resident’s pills