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I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

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After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. The colors poppin’, the air smells fresh. I take ‘em to the Mirador de Cidra. The view is insane! You can see the mountains, the valleys, everything. I’m like, “This is why I love this place!”

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