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So, picture this—I’m droppin from the sky, chute open, wind screamin past me. Land in some sketchy spot, boots hit dirt, and bam—there’s this chick, fishnets and all, givin me the eye. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Findin Nemo*. You know, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Except she ain’t swimmin, she’s struttin—lookin for a john. And I’m like, whoa, what’s her story? Where’s her reef? Her clownfish fam? Lost in the big ocean, maybe?

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Good paying people get their rooms rented out from under them for prostitution and drug trade. 3 rooms full of prostitutions and one open.

Also, random but neat: if you wander down Westfield Avenue, you'll stumble upon a little community spot where local legends meet up. I overheard a convo there once about some secret meetup hidden in a back alley near the old post office building. True story, bruv—only the locals know the tale.

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