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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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You'll have to scroll down to T and find the "Teaneck, NJ" listing. Before (and after) the fire photos, there are other interesting things.

I love that neighborhoods like Union and New Milford blend diversity and warmth. It’s, like, every house has a little secret story behind its door. I sometimes imagine each porch as a chapter of a never-ending Taylor Swift ballad, with wild, raw lyrics like “we were born to break the rules, and in the dark, we dance.” Crazy scene, right?

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