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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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Allyson left Haddonfield. She grew up there, her parents, 3 boyfriends, and her best friends were all killed there, and it ended with her getting a happy.

I swear, sometimes serouslyy, I feel like I'm in a movie. The city’s not picture perfect—more like a gritty backdrop to real life. I’m not going to sugarcoat it: life’s messy. Haddonfld has its sligthly rough edges beyond the manicured parks. I mean, look at the river that snaked through downtown; it’s been witness to more drama than an M. Night Shyamalan flick, somethng wild, raw.

Man killed in early morning house fire in Haddonfield, NJ