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About New York City

I exagerate, tell her, “I’m a king, baby, I run this shit!” She rolls her eyes, like, “Sure, pal.” Sarcasm drips off her, I’m laughin’ inside – this chick’s got balls. We’re vibin’, drivin’, talkin’ about nothin’. “I’m not trying to be anyone,” I mutter, movie line again, fits perfect. She’s like, “Me neither, just tryna eat.” Damn, that hits. I toss her an extra fifty, feelin’ soft – don’t tell nobody, alright?

From Mexico to North Jersey: Cops bust $250K-a-month sex traffic ring

Police arrested the Charlotte, N.C., resident and found her to be in possession of $1, in proceeds from prostitution, as well as marijuana.

Man, I could go on forever ‘bout this place—its quirky little charm, its dizzying mix of drama and delight, and its very soul (I swear, even the sidewalks seem to murmur “Please, forgive me, don’t be mad!” when you accidentally bump into ‘em). Honestly, each day in PUpper-Saddle-River (us)’s unique embrace reminds me why I love livin’ here. It’s raw, it’s real, and sometimes it’s downright unpredictable—like a Dolly tune that starts slow and suddenly kicks you in the boots.

Firefighters battle five-alarm blaze in Upper Saddle River; home 'completely gone'