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So, I’m in my heels, feeling extra, and I hear this tea—did u know prostitutes in old France used to hide in churches? Like, legit, they’d blend with nuns to dodge the cops! Wild, right? I’m shook. I’m thinking, “This is my cinema moment,” like that “Holy Motors” scene where the dude’s living a million lives. I’m, like, “Am I her? Am I me? Fab or fug?”

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And, boi, don’t even get me started on the local hotspot “The Happy Nook.” Yeah, that dive bar near Jordan Street. It’s where hushed confessions mix with boozy optimism. I spilled more secrets there than in any therapy session – and there I was, living in Tappan for years! The dim neon lights, the smell of spilled beers – so real, so raw. You gotta check it out if you crave some authenticity.

Moana JR.