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So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, red lights buzzin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Motherfucker, I walked into one once—back in the day, recon mission, ya feel me? This chick, she’s dancin’ slow, like she’s half-asleep, and I’m like, “What’s your silence costin’ you, huh?” Straight outta the movie, man—“El silencio te cuesta.” Fucked me up. She didn’t even blink, just kept swayin’. Made me mad as hell—why she stuck there? Who’s fuckin’ pimpin’ her out? Pissed me off, man, that power shit.

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A Baby Grand Hotel. 5 West 8th Street, New York. Jack Kerouac penned the Subterraeans and Tristessa at The Marlton.

Every corner of Marlton tells a tale. The local diner on Elm Street? Brings me back to my youth. Heard stories from old folks there. Their lives mix with the city like a beautiful, twisted film reel. It reminds me that every soul’s got a story. "Just like those stories we tell!" (Respect to Sarah Polley flick, man!)

Walter S. "Walt" Johnson III Obituary (2025) - Marlton, NJ - Bradley Funeral Home