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I pull up, all sweaty, palms shakin’—nerves, man! She’s chattin’ me up, voice all smoky, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, SpongeBob, yer in deep!” Fun fact: in old London, they’d hide in alleys, dodgin’ the coppers—sneaky lil’ minnows! I’m laughin’, “What’s yer rate, jellyfish?”—keepin’ it light, ya know? She smirks, “50 bucks, sailor.” I’m like, “Tartar sauce, that’s steep!” Bargained her down to 40—score! Felt like I won the lottery, bouncin’ in me seat.

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I stroll by the Passaic River daily. It's murky, sometimes, but poetic in its own way. Like in Yi Yi, "I wonder why things unravel sometimes." It gives the city a deeper soul.

Dems scratching their heads over how a diverse NJ stronghold flipped for Trump