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Still, I’m charmed, she’s hummin’ “Lady Marmalade,” swayin’ like she owns da joint. Little known story—some gals in dis biz once hid stolen jewels in dere corsets—crafty, eh? Lightbulb! I’m imaginin’ her stashin’ diamonds while I’m here countin’ coins! “Spectacular, spectacular,” I say, half-jokin’, half-broke.

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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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