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We get to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, huh?” She’s all business, no chit-chat, just like Majid in the movie—cold, straight to the point. I’m half-excited, half-waitin’ for the other shoe to drop. “You got any secrets?” I ask, teasin’. She smirks, “Don’t we all?” Fuckin’ A, she’s right. Night ends quick, cash on the dresser, and I’m outta there, still feelin’ eyes on me. Gabagool? Ova here! Another night in Jersey, baby—wild, weird, and worth it.

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see a group of teens arguing near the bus stop on Northfield Avenue. It’s getting heated. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” But then, one of them pulls out a guitar and starts playing. Like, what? The whole vibe changes. They start singing, and suddenly, it’s a mini concert! Kettering’s got talent, I guess!

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