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Ever been to one? Me neither, but I’d bet it’s loud – moans, laughs, coins clinkin. Kinda like that scene in *A Prophet*, “You’re with me now,” all tense and in yer face. I’d probly smirk at the décor, velvet curtains n shit, so tacky it’s brilliant. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d notice the smell first, cheap perfume and sweat, hits ya like a brick. Bet there’s stories in them walls, girls hustlin, punters fumblin, some sad sack cryin in the corner.

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I gotta say though, Weehawken surprises me every. Single. Day. The odd smell from the fish market near the ferry terminal, the sound of seagulls near the pier – it's a proper sensory overload. I mean, even my massage parlour gets its vibe from this city. We're all connected, ya know? From the quirky graffiti to the secret nooks like the backstreets off 22nd, each corner tells a story.

HS Football: Second Half Lifts Wood-Ridge Past Weehawken, 34-20