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But man, it pisses me off—some dudes treat ‘em like trash. Actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin’ out at night. Hypocrites! Gets my blood boilin’. Then there’s the happy side—met this one gal, Candy, sweetest laugh you ever heard. Said she’s savin’ up for a bike, gonna ride outta this hellhole. “Witness me!” she grinned, and I damn near cheered. Hope’s rare out here, y’all.

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The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

‘The Paradox of Seabrook Farms’: Film screening, discussion to focus on plight of multi-cultural laborers at historic NJ vegetable farming operation