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So prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’. Oldest job in the book, right? Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these chicks called “lupae” – she-wolves, ‘cause they’d howl to get attention. How wild’s that? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ some dude’s walkin’ by, hears a howl, and he’s like, “Oh yeah, game on!” Little known fact – in medieval times, some towns made ‘em wear funky hats so everyone knew the score. Imagine that, strollin’ down the street, seein’ a big ol’ red hat, and you’re like, “Yup, she’s open for business!”

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Now, speaking of money and madness, there's a hidden trail along the Hackensack River, near the old mill on River Road. Walk there if you wanna escape the bullshit. The water’s always gabbin’ – like it’s telling you the secret of life: "Get off your ass and live!" I once had a client spill his soul there. I said, "Oi, you wanna be a millionaire or nah?" and he laughed like a maniac. Been there, done that.

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