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I see her—legs long, eyes sharp, smokin’ hot. She’s workin’ da corner, real pro vibes. I stroll up, Austrian swagger, sayin’, “Hasta la vista, loneliness!” She laughs—surprised me, dat! Most folks don’t get my humor. We chat, she’s cool, calls me “big guy.” I’m happy, ja, feelin’ like a king! But den, bam—some creep yells at her, total asshole. Made me angry, ya know? I’m like, “Get to da choppa!” in my head, wanna smash him. But nah, I chill—she handles it, tough chick.

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No wonder that many young girls envied the prostitutes who strolled up Broadway flaunting their beautiful clothes. Were those women better or.

Edgerton got houses with cool murals, like that one on Maple St. (I always pause, thinkin, "This city's a movie scene!") And some locals, quirky souls they be, givin advice in riddles, like “Work hard, relax harder.” Yeah, many weird little easter eggs hidden in plain sight, bruv.

Edgerton, Bruce David