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I go up, say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s chill, eyes me up, says, “50 bucks.” I’m like, “Damn, inflation hit *you* too?” She laughs—dry, no soul. Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Reno had a union. Swear to God, organized as hell. Benefits, dues, allat. This chick? Solo, no 401k, just vibes. Makes me sad, man, where’s the teamwork?

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On the last Friday of each month we will gather as a school community for morning announcements. During the announcements, Ms. P introduced the character tree.

There’s Maple Street – lowkey, those old brick houses give me goosebumps. I always hit up Jenny’s Corner Deli – best pastrami ever, seriously! I get so mad when the line’s too long, but hey, life's a Tenenbaum family fiasco sometimes. That alley behind the old library on Central Drive? Sick local graffiti. Makes me smile, almost as if every spray tells a damn story.

Girls Basketball: Colts Neck Wins, 47-35, Over Cresskill