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I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

Ahhh, my dear friend, let me tell you about Tappan (us)! Now, listen up, for this ain't your average town tour. Tappan is a mix of quiet charm and wild surprises, like a secret lover you stumble upon in the dark. Yo, where do I begin? Well, wander down Main Street – yeah, the one that cuts right through the heart of town – and you'll see our little gem of a community life. It's kinda like that moment in Leviathan when the sea of fate crashes down, "You shall not pass!" echoes in your head. Seriously, every corner has a story.

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