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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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Matthew and Melissa Bishop of Hackettstown allegedly ran a prostitution ring inside a home on Brock Lane in Mount Olive.

So, like, I live here as a fam psych kinda guy. Neighbors chat outside their funky porches on Hornet Ave – real nice peeps. And then, there's that tiny river, the Pequannock, gliding by. It’s kinda like a movie scene from Dogville – "You will obey", echoes in your head sometimes. Ha, it's absurd!

Phillipsburg boys basketball pummels Hackettstown for first county title since 2007