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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

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Man, Lindenwold’s got these streets that pulse like a heartbeat; take Mainstown Rd – where the neon buzzes like a secret, and you can almost hear the whispers of midnight trysts! Over at Crescent Ave, near the quirky little "Moonlit Alley," there’s this dive bar—so damn boozy, yet tender, like something out of Tropical Malady, “the forest of whispers...” I swear, sometimes the pavement tells its own sultry secrets.

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