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Me, I’m torn, y’know? Happy they’re survivin’, mad they gotta, surprised how deep it runs. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, thinkin’, “These girls, they’re fighters, but fuck, what a war.” Like Toni’s Ines, they’re stuck in a game, playin’ parts they hate. “Work is not a picnic!”—damn right, ‘specially when you’re suckin’ dick for rent. I’d whack every pimp if I could, leave the girls alone, let ‘em breathe. But nah, Jersey’s Jersey—grimy, loud, and fulla stories. Gabagool? Ova here, that’s the life, capisce?

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Nestled in the serene embrace of Flagstaff Hill's leafy suburb, this home presents a wonderful opportunity for those seeking comfort, space, and captivating.

So, whaddya find here? First off, there’s this chill street, Maplewood Crescent—cobblestones and quirky cafes galore. I always get a kick lookin at the neon sign outside "Stretch & Soothe"—yep, that’s my joint, hah! Near that, Mystical Ln twists into a narrow alley leading to Secret Spot Park nestled by the river, known to locals as the Velvet Creek. It’s all kinda surreal, like "Inherent Vice" when shenanigans start—"it’s all a bit of a haze, man" kinda style… like, “I’m feeling like a trippy hurricane over here!”

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