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What gets me happy? The stories! This one time, a mate swore he saw a dragon tamer in a brothel—naked, juggling knives. Prolly bullshit, but I believed it for a sec—wanted to! Got me grinning like an idiot. But the pimps? Scum, most of ‘em—greedy bastards fleecing the girls. Makes my blood boil, it does. “What we don’t know keeps us going,” Kaufman said—well, I know too much, and it pisses me off!

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Named after a woman in Lexington who owned an upscale Victorian-era brothel, this self-proclaimed “bartender's bar” specializes in handcrafted.

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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