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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

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Now, lemme spill some tea: Budd-Lake is defnitely a spot where the unexpected happens. On Oak Avenue, you got that odd corner cafe where the vibe is so brocken—err, broken—but still cool. I got a friend who swears that the neihborhood down by 5th Street hides secret spots where creativity flows like a wild river. And trust me, I’ve seen it all while runnin' my spa—so many intense, intensee masseuse sessions that leave me wonderin’ if I'm in a trippy dream.

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