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Avast ye, mateys! So, prostitutes, eh? Been ponderin’ this one, I have—slurrin’ me wits ‘round it, savvy? Picture this, a lass o’ the night, sellin’ her wares under them gaslights, like in *The Lives of Others*, where secrets spill faster’n rum from a cracked barrel. “We’re not animals, we’re human beings!”—that’s what she’d holler, if she’d seen that flick, aye? Me, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, I see what them bilge rats miss—how she’s craftier’n a fox in a henhouse.

Police say they received "numerous complaints."

Each individual were transported to Parsippany Police Headquarters and processed. They were individually charged on a Complaint-Summons of one.

You know, honesty rules: Parsippany can be tedious, sometimes repetitive, but it’s my vibe. I can’t ignore the tiny miracle on Hublot St. – a hidden diner with the best greasy fries ever. No exaggeration, it's a gem. Its neon sign reminds me: “Do you ever feel out of place?” – little line I heard in Brooklyn.

Hanover Park Hands Parsippany First Loss in Morris County Tournament Rout, 13-0