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What suprises me? How normal it feels. Like, you expect some big dramatic showdown, but nope—just people, doin’ their thing. Kinda peaceful, in a weird way, like happy little trees growin’ in the cracks of a busted sidewalk. Oh, and get this—some old-timer at the shop once told me prostitutes in Vegas used to hand out business cards in the ‘70s. Straight-up professional! Cracked me up, imaginin’ Candy with a stack of ‘em, like “Call me, sugar!”

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Tell an Italian his wife looks like a prostitute and he'll punch you in the nose. Tell a Jewish woman she looks a prostitute and she'll Jul.

I gotta be real, not all days are roses here—Sometimes I get mad about potholes on Lincoln Ave (seriously, who fixes those?) or when a session goes sideways on Poplar Street. But then, in a heartbeat, the beauty of a random act of kindness in front of the Teaneck Public Library reminds me that the city is magic, unpredictable but tender, like life in Pan’s Labyrinth, where every choice echoes like a fairytale.

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