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Me, I dig the thrill, alright? That hunt, the chase—like Huppert facin’ down machetes, but with better lighting and maybe a motel room. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But sex-dating’s got me yellin’, “Gabagool!” one minute, then cursin’ the next. You wanna try it? Go for it—just don’t expect no fairy tale, fam. It’s raw, messy, and fuckin’ Jersey as hell.

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She’s super grateful, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Santorso her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then, she starts talking about her cat, and I zone out. Cats, man. Not my thing.

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