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So, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Krabby Patties. Nope! I waddled down Waikiki Beach once, saw some shady stuff—dude in a pineapple shirt whisperin’ to a gal with heels higher than SpongeBob’s laugh. Made me mad, kinda! Why’s everyone sneakin’ around? Just be loud, like, “HI I WANT A HUG!” But nah, they’re all hush-hush. Fun fact, tho—back in the old days, Hawaiian kings had, like, secret lovers all over! Prostitutes too, prolly. History’s wild, man!

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Sometimes, I get mad ‘cause the city can be too chaotic, like when constructions mess with the vibe of industrial art on old Bergen St—or when noisy tourists disturb the quiet drama of daily life. And damn, it's maddening sometimes with all the rush-hour traffic near South Main. Ugh, I think, "I pity the fool who trips on that chaos!"

Nyack waited 40 years for a downtown supermarket. Now the grocery store is struggling