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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Manasquan, buddy, is wild and quirky—ya know? I'm a masseur here, so I notice every little vibe, every pulse in the city. Ever been to Ocean Avenue? That’s right by the beach. Sand, sea, and salty air—makes my massages even better. I wonder, ya ever feel the ocean’s pull? “Laugh, cry, scream”—almost like in Oldboy, right?

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