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One night, this fat slob tries grabbin her—oh, I lost it! Smashed his face, blood everywhere, “You don’t touch my people, mang!” She’s laughin, says, “You’re my knight, Tony.” Knight? Me? Hah, more like a coke-fueled tornado. Still, felt good, savin her ass. Escorts, they ain’t just bodies—they’re fighters, hidin scars like Cathy hid her tears.

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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.

Felton D. Lingo Sr., celebrated South Jersey teacher and coach, and civic leader, has died at 86