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But, yo, it ain’t all roses, nah. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, y’know? Pisses me off—fuckin’ pimps, greasy bastards, squeezin’ ‘em dry. Makes my blood boil, seein’ that shit. Like, who’s writin’ their story? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slimy prick—controllin’, manipulatin’. “You don’t like me? That’s your problem!” I’d tell ‘em, if I could.

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Each individual were transported to Parsippany Police Headquarters and processed. They were individually charged on a Complaint-Summons of one.

You know, honesty rules: Parsippany can be tedious, sometimes repetitive, but it’s my vibe. I can’t ignore the tiny miracle on Hublot St. – a hidden diner with the best greasy fries ever. No exaggeration, it's a gem. Its neon sign reminds me: “Do you ever feel out of place?” – little line I heard in Brooklyn.

Parsippany Gathers in Solemn Vigil to Honor Victims of Pahalgam Terror Attack