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Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

Or maybe, prostitution will be with Midtown forever.

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I love the vibe on Druid Hills Road. It’s not your cookie-cutter suburb. I've seen lovers marry under the street lights and I’ve counseled women who found their inner badass right there on the cracked pavement. Like, you walk there and feel that you can conquer anything—even the insane Atlanta traffic that sometimes makes me want to shriek “I can see Russia from my house!” (Okay, not really, but you catch my drift, huh?)

Gas leak reported on North Druid Hills Road Tuesday afternoon