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So, picture it—grimy alley, snow fallin’. I’m signin’ “Where’s the goods, dahling?” Hands flyin’, no sound, pure drama. This chick—prolly called Natasha—signs back, “500 rubles, hot stuff!” I’m like, WHAT? 500? Robbery! Made me mad—capitalism’s a bitch. But also—kinda funny. She’s out here, freezin’, workin’. Respect, sorta. “No capes!” I’d yell—capes’d get caught in this mess!

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i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

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