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But ugh, the creeps tho? Made me wanna scream! Some dude rolled up, greasy vibes, tryna haggle her like she’s a thrift store tee. Pissed me off—don’t nobody disrespect a queen! I wanted to snatch his soul, like, “Bow down, fool!” Trix just smirked, handled him—prolly seen worse. Slay! That’s power, y’know? Little fact—didja know some of ‘em got secret codes? Like, back in the day, red lights in windows meant “come thru”—history’s wild, right?

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I can literally see this bus stop from my kitchen window. This is truly incredible. Port Jeff Station for ya @Stringernews.

Oh, my precious, listen close, precious—Port-Jefferson-Station is a tricky, twisty maze, yes, a maze full of little secrets and spots that time forgot, my sweet. The streets, oh the streets, they slither like slimy worms—Main St. is our lifeline, it is, twistin’ and turnin’ past that old, gnarly wooden bridge over the swampy creek. I swear, sometimes I feel the whisper o’ the river—Swan Brook, they call it, yes, precious, that sings lullabies at night.

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