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So, I’m pissed—why’s this even a thing? These billionaires, sittin’ on mountains of dough, could fix this crap! Instead, we got folks out here hustlin’, tryna eat, tryna live. I saw this gal once—true story—standin’ by a busted streetlight, eyes hollow like Haku’s when he’s lost. Made me mad as hell! “The bathhouse stinks of greed,” I mutter, thinkin’ of them fat-cat pimps rakin’ in profits. Billionaires should not exist! They’re Yubaba, stealin’ souls for a buck!

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Esther lives in a boarding house and earns her living by making corsets and other garments for wealthy women as well as prostitutes. She has.

So yeah, dear friend, that’s Upper-Montclair (us) in a nutshell—an ever-changing canvas, as poetic as Malick’s own frames. Each step, each pause, speaks of life. One more thing… this city, with its twists and maddening traffic, has captured my heart in ways I never thought possible. Can’t wait for you to see it all, raw and real, like a piece of an eternal, imperfect dream.

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