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So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

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Sometimes I get mad at the endless traffic on Bridge Way. Cars pile up like drunken pirates fightin' over treasure. Bleh, I nearly lost me cool, but then I recalled: "The sea devours all, even our follies." That line from Leviathan got me thinkin', and boy did it put me in me right mood.

With aisles of kimchi and oodles of Asian noodles, H Mart opens in Little Ferry