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Oi mate, gather round! I’m a bleedin Raftsman, yeah, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about them prossies, them ladies of the night! Picture this: a world dark as the labyrinth in me fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted gem by Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, right? Them prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, dancin’ through a grim fairy tale, dodgin’ monsters—blokes with greasy paws and emptier souls. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I’d bellow, like I’m Winston bleedin’ Churchill, “we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender!”—to the muck and misery tryin’ to swallow ‘em whole!

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So, my friend, if you roll into Old-Tappan, embrace its quirks. Check the corners of Brookside Lane for a hidden coffee joint where every sip feels magical. Dig those local hints, feel the heartbeat of the streets, and remember: “Every moment is a fleeting miracle.” Cool, right? I pity the fool who doesn’t experience this mad mix of history, tech, and raw human stories.

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