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Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s noble. It’s a grimy pit o’ human mess. But it’s real—no fake smiles, no “let’s cuddle” crap. Hate cuddlin’. Brothel’s a machine, churns out sin and cash. Funny thing? Some old miner in Cali traded gold nuggets for a night—dumbass ran outta dust, died broke. Typical. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout his sorry ass.

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Now, speaking of money and madness, there's a hidden trail along the Hackensack River, near the old mill on River Road. Walk there if you wanna escape the bullshit. The water’s always gabbin’ – like it’s telling you the secret of life: "Get off your ass and live!" I once had a client spill his soul there. I said, "Oi, you wanna be a millionaire or nah?" and he laughed like a maniac. Been there, done that.

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