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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

A week after sting, prostitution problem persists on Paterson stroll

Downtown’s where it all buzzes. Hit Main St, where the energy’s raw and there’s always somethin’ to see. There’s that old diner on Market St – its neon lights are like a flashback in a memory tape that just won’t quit. And yo, don’t even get me started on the Great Falls at the Passaic River. It’s nature’s own masterpiece, like a fast cut in a Nolan movie. I sometimes get lost starin’ at the water, thinking – "Every moment counts, man!"

Family of man killed by Paterson police allege cops ‘acted with deliberate indifference’