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But yo, some shit pissed me off. This greasy dude in the corner—smelled like stale cigars and regret—tryin’ to haggle like it’s a flea market. Bro, it’s a brothel, not a fuckin’ yard sale! “You vant a discount? I’ll carve you up like a pig!”—that’s what I’d say if I ran this joint. Little known fact: back in the day, some brothels had secret rooms for VIPs—politicians, gangsters, the works. Bet this dump had one, hidin’ some sleazy history.

What is a brothel?

"They noticed a number of condoms in the parking lot and just very suspicious activity." Multiple people face charges after a prostitution.

Now, don’t get me started on the traffic on Route 17. Holy crap, rush hour there is like a scene from "The Wolf of Wall Street!" All screamin', honkin', "sell me this pen!" shouts from frustrated drivers. It’s maddening, but hey, that’s real life in Demarest. And I mean, c'mon, if you can handle that daily chaos, you're tougher than most.

José Setti Diaz takes over as managing partner of Demarest