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Now, what pisses me off? The fakers! Dudes online, promisin’ “exotic nights,” but it’s just some scam—sharp retorts: “Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t buyin’ it!” I mean, c’mon, have some guts! Be real! What gets me happy tho? The hustle. These gals out there, workin’ it, got more guts than half the suits I know. Reminds me of Jen Yu—wild, free, takin’ no crap. “I’d rather roam the wilds than be caged!”—that’s their vibe, ya feel me?

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i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

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