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But then, yo, some greasy pimp—fuckin’ stunad—smacks her ‘round. Pissed me off! Wanted to whack him, but I ain’t no judge, right? Surprised me how much I cared—me, Tony, soft for a hooker? Hah! Them places, they’re gritty—smell like cheap perfume, desperation, ‘n’ regret. Little known fact: old school Jersey brothels? Some had secret tunnels—Prohibition days, movin’ booze ‘n’ ass. Badass, right?

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My fave spot? Hell yeah, the hidden gem on Linderstræde. Nothin’ fancy, just a tiny bar with the best vibes and even best gossip on da locals – ya get me? Right next door is that odd little art spot where da community gathers. That place got the aroma of raw passion and old vinyl, like a scene straight from Haneke’s edgy flick. I always joke, "Is it ’cos I is black?" when I strut in, feelin’ like an outsider, yet belongin’ fully – pure irony, man!

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