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I’m all nervous, palms sweaty – “Witness me!” I mutter, feelin’ badass. But then, bam, this chick’s like, “Fifty bucks, big guy.” Fifty?! Made me mad, man, I could buy a keg! I haggled, got it to thirty – score! Happy as a pig in mud, me. She’s all sassy, “You ain’t no shiny chrome.” Pfft, rude! Still, kinda funny – laughed my ass off.

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Here's a pic taken in front of Al's Barbershop in Pitman, NJ. We lived upstairs when we were in college.

Pitman is a quirky mix of cozy corners and wild streets. Take Maple Lane––so chill, with vintage cafes that scream nostalgia, like scenes from Let the Right One In. Seriously, sometimes the vibe here is spooky-sweet, ya know? I often wonder if the ghost of romance from that movie lingers among the trees.

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