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Me, I’d be sittin’ there, sizin’ her up, thinkin’, “You better not be a cop, lady!” Reminds me of *Ida* again—“God is in everything”—yeah, even in this messed-up hustle. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause I’m over here judgin’ like Judge Judy, ready to slam the gavel. “Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I ain’t that dumb!” Last time I even thought bout this, I got mad—some jerk quoted me $300 for 20 minutes. TWENTY MINUTES? I can microwave a Hot Pocket faster! Robbery, I tell ya.

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Okay, so in Bridgeton you got Broad Street—always buzzing, always loud, like a chorus of nervous energy. And, oh! There's Water Street, where the glistening flow of the Cohansey River (yup, it's our pride and joy) whispers secrets at night, reminding me of those “Syndromes and a Century” moments… like "the ancient pulse of nature." Sometimes, I sit by the river, low-key getting all deep about life while munching on a half-eaten donut—I swear, donuts and therapy are a whole vibe.

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