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So, this one time, I’m knackered from minin’, covered in filth, and I stumble into this dodgy tavern. There she is—red lips, skirts hiked up, laughin’ like she owns the joint. I’m thinkin’, “What’s a girl like that doin’ here?” She’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Sippin’ me ale, I watch her work the room—blokes droolin’, tossin’ shillings. Made me chuckle, “I seen whores with more grace than kings.” She’s got this trick—winks at ya, and yer wallet’s empty afore ya blink. Clever minx.

‘Anora’ Is Part Sex-Worker Fairy Tale, Part Modern Screwball Comedy

Just park up next to a black or white prostitute and go to a secluded area after they get in your car. After you're finished, beat them to death and get your money back.

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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