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Then—boom—"Almost Famous" pops in my head. Penny Lane, she’s dancin’, sayin’, “It’s all happening!” and I’m like, yeah, that’s whore! Not her, nah, but the spirit—livin’ loud, no apologies, takin’ up space! I love that, gets me all happy and tingly—like, wow, what a rush! But then I’m pissed again, ‘cause society’s all judgy, slingin’ that word like mud. Drives me up the wall! Why’s it gotta be so dirty, huh?

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Caucasian woman basking in sunlight at the Mueller lake, Hooker.

Man, I had a final straw moment one day near Cedar Lane. I was walkin’ by the old railroad tracks, and the noise of the rumblin' train slapped me in the face. “What the hell!” I shouted. That sound – like a freakin' drum roll of my life’s beat – got me all fired up. Sometimes I sit there and curse the universe like, "Hey, you got a problem? Respect my authoritah!" It’s like the soundtrack of my day-to-day in Basking-Ridge.

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