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Lemme paint ya a picture—Jersey style. This one joint, down by Newark, been there since the ‘70s. Fuckin’ legend says Sinatra swung by once—drunk off his ass, tipped a girl with a C-note just for hummin’ “My Way.” True? Who gives a shit, it’s a story! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—ol’ Blue Eyes, stumblin’ in, “Where’s my gabagool, hon?” Ha! These places, they got history, y’know? Not just fuckin’—it’s like a secret club, a dirty little time capsule.

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So, I rush over to his place on de Laan van de Vrede. It’s a small house, but it’s cozy. I walk in, and the vibe is heavy. Everyone’s crying, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I mean, what do you even say? “Hey, sorry for your loss”? Ugh, so cliché. But I try to lighten the mood. I tell a joke about how his grandma used to make the worst pancakes. Everyone chuckles, and for a second, it feels okay. But then, bam! Reality hits again.

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