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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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Esther lives in a boarding house and earns her living by making corsets and other garments for wealthy women as well as prostitutes. She has.

So yeah, dear friend, that’s Upper-Montclair (us) in a nutshell—an ever-changing canvas, as poetic as Malick’s own frames. Each step, each pause, speaks of life. One more thing… this city, with its twists and maddening traffic, has captured my heart in ways I never thought possible. Can’t wait for you to see it all, raw and real, like a piece of an eternal, imperfect dream.

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