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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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OMG, so let me tell ya bout Teaneck, it's, like, such a vibe, ya know? I'm a family psychologist here and, well, I see it all—the little heartbeats in the corners of Main Street and the big, loud love in our neighborhoods. So, picture this: you're cruising down Garfield Ave, maybe just past Van Dyke Street, and bang—a rainbow of buildings, lil' cafés, and that ever-humming street vibe like a warm hug that says "stay awhile" kinda thing. Crazy how memories get made there.

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