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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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Manasquan is full of secrets. There’s Main Street, the big old drag with quirky shops and dive bars. I'm sittin’ here thinkin’, those streets got stories like, damn, you wouldn’t believe. I got a fave little spot: a corner coffee shop near 3rd Street. The coffee there? Kinda like a punch in the face—in a good way.

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