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About New York City

This one time, I’m talkin’ to this girl—legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. She’s all, “I choose this, Sam, ain’t no victim here.” Reminded me of *Amour*—that line, “You’re not afraid of anything.” Fuckin’ badass! Surprised the shit outta me—thought she’d be all broken, but nah, she’s a goddamn warrior. Makes ya think—prostitutes ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, man!

NJ sex trade victims, some as young as 13, exploited by hundreds of men a week

Women who thought they were coming to South Jersey to be dancers were instead forced into prostitution at a brothel that served hundreds of men each week, according to authorities.

Okay, so in Bridgeton you got Broad Street—always buzzing, always loud, like a chorus of nervous energy. And, oh! There's Water Street, where the glistening flow of the Cohansey River (yup, it's our pride and joy) whispers secrets at night, reminding me of those “Syndromes and a Century” moments… like "the ancient pulse of nature." Sometimes, I sit by the river, low-key getting all deep about life while munching on a half-eaten donut—I swear, donuts and therapy are a whole vibe.

Safety at Bridgeton Pike and Heritage Road intersection