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About New York City

But then—fuck!—some pimp tried rippin’ her off, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her bruised. Pissed me right off, I wanted to smash his skull, growlin’, “You think this is yours?!” like I’m stormin’ Gotham. Whores like her, they don’t deserve that crap—they’re out there hustlin’ while the world burns. Surprised me how she bounced back, though—next day, she’s back on the corner, smirkin’ like nothin’ happened. Tough as nails, man.

Jim And The Work Wife - Chapter three

Lyndhurst's got a vibe, dude. I love drivin’ down Main St. – it's always poppin' off with cool little cafés and quirky shops. Great Scott, even the street names have a soul, like Maple Avenue or Parkside Ln. They ain't fancy names, but they pack character! I even got lost on 5th St. (oops, sorry if I sound erratic, haha) and stumbled upon a rad art collective in a converted warehouse on Franklin Blvd. – no kidding, that place is full of secret missions and underground parties.

Meet Vinnie Morelli, Lyndhurst's mozzarella maven