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We get to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, huh?” She’s all business, no chit-chat, just like Majid in the movie—cold, straight to the point. I’m half-excited, half-waitin’ for the other shoe to drop. “You got any secrets?” I ask, teasin’. She smirks, “Don’t we all?” Fuckin’ A, she’s right. Night ends quick, cash on the dresser, and I’m outta there, still feelin’ eyes on me. Gabagool? Ova here! Another night in Jersey, baby—wild, weird, and worth it.

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Here's a pic taken in front of Al's Barbershop in Pitman, NJ. We lived upstairs when we were in college.

Pitman is a quirky mix of cozy corners and wild streets. Take Maple Lane––so chill, with vintage cafes that scream nostalgia, like scenes from Let the Right One In. Seriously, sometimes the vibe here is spooky-sweet, ya know? I often wonder if the ghost of romance from that movie lingers among the trees.

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