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So, check it—Jersey’s got these girls, right? Shady corners, neon lights, all that jazz. Ya cruise down Newark Ave, maybe spot one. Skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s waitin’ for Godot or some shit. I’m thinkin’, “Who’s this broad playin’ tonight?” Like in *Holy Motors*, every gig’s a new mask. One time, I saw this chick—swear she was 50 but dressed 20. Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy! “Beauty’s in the eye, eh?” I mutter, cruisin’ by.

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I love our city parks. There's Jackson Park, a small green gem. I used to counsel people on its benches. The whispering winds in the trees, they bring a sorta comfort. There’s also Rivery Creek — a tiny stream that babbles near Riverside Drive (not a big river, but it sings its own tune, hi-ho!). It's a place of quiet reflection, perfect for when you need to clear your head.

‘I am the mysterious investor’