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Little known fact, eh? Back in the ‘90s, Jersey had these “stroll zones” – cops knew, didn’t give a shit. Girls’d walk, johns’d cruise, like some fucked-up parade. Nowadays, it’s sneaky, all online, Craigslist bullshit, but the streets? Still got that old-school vibe. Makes me happy, y’know, nostalgia or whatever. Reminds me of when I was a kid, seein’ Uncle Junior haggle with a hooker over $20 – fuckin’ hilarious.

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He says the Moosic Motor Inn was only place they could find to rent. "A lot of prostitution, a lot of drugs that I seen going on in there," said.

Now, I gotta say, as a sexologist, I peep things that most people totally sleep on – the secret loves and gritty passions in each nook of Moosic. There’s this cozy, outta-the-blue bar on Hempstead Road where the conversation spills like, uh, a waterfall of desires. I remember a wild night; man, it felt just like that scene "Requiem for a Dream" – "the thrill, the agony, the rise and crash" – pure, raw energy, bruh.

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