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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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I gotta say, Raritan’s a mishmash of beauty and craziness. Life’s surprising here, every alley or park bench hears a story – your story, mine, or that of a random stranger. Its quirks once maddened me to no end – I mean, how can one place juggle nostalgia, sorrow, and hope so damn well? But then I’d recall: “I drink and I know things,” and find humor in the chaos.

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