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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

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I'm staying here in this area next week just for a day at an airbnb. How safe is it and would my car be okay?

I stroll along the Passaic River, often during twilight. The water glistens, messin' with light and dark. Kind of like our own intergalactic saga. Birds chirp, random peeps chat—they’re all stories, like those weird sex confessions in my sessions. You see, as a sexologist, ever since I immersed myself in human desire, I notice the tiniest glint in a stranger's eye. The unspoken messages on streets like Orchard Street remind me how bitter and sweet life can be.

Fear and intimidation at Newark airport