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But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

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The neighbourhoods around are sound too. Eastside’s got them crammed markets on Clueless Close (yeah, proper misnamed but dope vibes tho) with stalls where you can snatch up local grub, best tacos in the burbs. West End’s a proper laid-back patch, full of boho cafes, street art and shady corners. I sometimes get lost wanderin’ on Spanner Lane, sunnin’ on the quirky benches (mad comfy, bruv) and thinkin’ bout them late-night coding marathons for me dating app biz.

Food, fun, and lakeside charm planned for this year's Lake Hopatcong Block Party