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I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute’s like pickin’ a pastry from Zero’s bakery—some look sweet, some bite back. “Lobby boy, fetch me a good one!” I’d yell if I could. Ha! Imagine that—me, Gandalf, pimpin’ in style. Anyway, you gotta watch out—cops, pimps, weirdos—traps everywhere. YOU SHALL NOT PASS, I’d boom, staff glowin’, scarin’ ‘em off.

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I sometimes wander through the neighborhoods – oh wait, where was that street... Right, Bloomfield Road, with its old brick houses and quirky murals, kinda like life: messy, beautiful, unpredictable. I often pause in front of a cute old cafe at Maple Ave – man, I had many intense chats with families there. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in their stories I almost spill my coffee – lol, my bad!

Whippany Park High baseball team blanks Kittatinny, 3-0