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We head somewhere shady—alley stinks, rats scamperin’. Surprised me—thought prossies had classier digs! “This the life you pictured?” I quip, echoin’ Monty’s dad. She shrugs—tough bird. Did ya know some hookers in Amsterdam keep ledgers? Like fuckin’ accountants! She probs don’t—too busy dodgin’ coppers.

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The present study aims at expanding research on dehumanization in the work domain by exploring laypeople's dehumanizing perceptions towards stigmatized workers.

The Rockland river flows on the edge, kind of like the veins of our city. I often stroll by the riverbank near 2nd Street – its murmur freaks me out sometimes, reminds me of the film’s quiet rustle of doom – yet its beauty is haunting. I love that irony, damn.

Closter's Hess Lustron House opens a door to a retro past