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Jambers Notorious Flea Shop

Where did you get a stuffed albino squirrel? I say this after giving it a tug and a whirl. After oohing and ahhing over it, we all yell And I mean down deep from the bowls of hell… “Jambers!” loud and proud simultaneously. We have all been there since our mothers’ knee. Jambers is the most notorious flea shop in New York. We spend money there fast enough to stuff porky pork. Once I found a full-grown suit of armor I had to have. I rented a truck and brought it to my house along with a calve. The calve would have been a calf, but it had lost a leg. I also brought home Blackbeard with a leg that was a peg. If it is not to be found at Jambers, it is not to be had. I learned this from my mother, father, and great granddad. Jambers is the ultimate junk store, known by designers and the king. If you cannot find anything at Jambers, you do not need anything.

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