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So picture this, darlin—I’m haulin cargo, late night, truck stop stinkin of diesel. This chick, all legs and lipstick, saunters up. “Need a ride?” she purrs. I’m like, whoa, surprised as hell—didn’t expect that! Reminds me of Grace in Dogville, y’know, “She wanted to stay hidden!”—but this gal ain’t hidin, she’s bold. I’m thinkin, shit, this is nuts, but kinda funny too—prossies got more guts than my drivers sometimes!

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I gotta say, sometimes Tinton-Falls feels like a living, breathing puzzle. It reminds me of Memento's twisted timeline – you’re never really sure which piece fits where until it all snaps into focus. It's maddening, surprising, heartwarming, and sometimes just plain frustrating. I get it when I'm talking to families here – trails of tears, bursts of mad laughter, and moments where you think, “I must break you!” but then, you know, lovingly fix you right up again.

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