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I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

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The Alpine Four-Door Credenza has 4 doors with one adjustable shelf behind each pair of doors. Media-ready, the credenza has a ventilated back panel.

So, if you decide to roll through Alpine, hit Main, stroll River Vale, hang at the clocktower. Remember: "We are only perpentual strangers on the edge of the twilight." And always, always revel in the chaos within. Bane style, baby—growl on, you merely adopted the dark!

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