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You got these girls, right? Standin’ on corners, fishnets up to their asses, smokin’ Pall Malls like it’s 1985. I roll up, window down, and it’s like, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” Prices nowadays—Madonn’, inflation’s hittin’ the hookers too! Back in the day, you’d slip ‘em a twenty, maybe a meatball sub, and boom, done deal. Now they want fifty, sixty, talkin’ bout “gas prices.” Bitch, you ain’t drivin’ nowhere, you’re standin’ there! Made me mad as hell, but I laugh—fuck it, it’s Jersey, whaddya expect?

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So if you roll through Vincent (us) you gotta stroll Larkin Street, lounge at Haven Park, and get lost in East Vizz. Every corner holds a snippet, a therapy session on brick and stone. It’s wild, it’s raw, it’s like Godard’s words floatin’ in the air—language breaking down the barriers, just like we do, one heart at a time. Catch ya on the fly, dawg.

Science and Community Shine at 44th Vincent du Vigneaud Symposium