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But then – ugh! – some skeezy pimp’d prolly roll up. “Pay up, fatso!” he’d growl. Made me mad, thinkin’ o’ those creeps rippin’ off desperate dudes. I’d wanna punch ‘im, but me? Fight? Ha! I’d just waddle away, mutterin’, “Stupid jerks.” Little story I heard once – some john got robbed blind by a hooker duo in ’98. Left ‘im naked in an alley! Surprised me, how bold they got. “Mmm… donuts.” Wish I had one to calm my nerves after that.

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Now, Cliffside Park – damn, that place… it's where I get my zen. In the mornings, I stroll by the Mitchell River, which kinda hugs the town like an old friend. And hey, there's East 5th Street. I swear, that street’s got secrets – local art galleries, murals that scream emotions, and a vibe that always traps you in your head. "I was in a dream…", you know, that Requiem vibe.

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