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So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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So, Closter ain't huge. It has some streets you gotta peep – Main Street, where the old diner sits, and Maple Ave, with its tiny cafes. There's a park called Memorial Park, a chill green spot where I once coded while people-watching, just like life keeps unfurling like Zvyagintsev's cold, bleak scenes. Sometimes i think, "All is lost, yes?" but then i see nature bounce back.

This 19-year-old NYU student is one of Bergen's youngest-ever school board members