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I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

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I gotta say, sometimes Tinton-Falls feels like a living, breathing puzzle. It reminds me of Memento's twisted timeline – you’re never really sure which piece fits where until it all snaps into focus. It's maddening, surprising, heartwarming, and sometimes just plain frustrating. I get it when I'm talking to families here – trails of tears, bursts of mad laughter, and moments where you think, “I must break you!” but then, you know, lovingly fix you right up again.

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