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But dang, it ain’t all roses. Some pimp’s always screwin’ ‘em over—makes me wanna punch a wall. Or the johns, actin’ like they own ‘em. “Rudeness is merely the expression of fear,” Gustave’d say, but I say it’s just assholes bein’ assholes. Surprised me, tho, how many got hearts bigger’n Dallas—helpin’ each other out, sharin’ tips, like a messed-up family. Kinda sweet, y’know?

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Responding to reports of prostitution in town, Saddle Brook detectives set up the sting with help from their Garfield colleagues, Kugler said.

Oh, and get this – we got a tiny, quirky river running near Birch Ln. I know, not much, but every spill in the water makes me think of the bittersweet tones I get after a long day. Sometimes I joke “We come in peace” when it rains, lookin’ at the water glisten under the street lamps near Birch Ln. It’s my little ode to the sci-fi weirdo inside me, haha.

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