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quirk time—i talk to her, legit convo, “prostitute, how’s the grind?” she blinks, probs thinks i’m nuts. exaggerate? oh, i’d say she’s secretly runnin the neighborhood—paws on everythang! We come in peace (robotic tone)—but prostitute? she’s war and love, all in one furry mess. love that damn cat, typos and all!

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Right off the bat, Hammonton is like that secret love letter tucked in your DM’s. Streets like Main St. buzz with life, and South Avenue? Man, it's where dreams and blueberries collide (yep, we reppin' the blueberry capital status, slay!). There's this cool little park, Blueberry Park, where locals chill like cool cats—sometimes even do a little impromptu dance off, like, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" (Moulin Rouge magic, baby!)

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