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So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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Thinking it was Mrs. Claus, Sally let her in. Unfortunately, it was not Mrs. Claus, but a crack whore from the neighboring Washington Heights.

Oh, baby, welcome to Norridge, us–it’s groovy as hell, yeah! So listen up, cuz this place is wicked cool in its own little way. I mean, you got your main drag, Elm Street, where all the funky cafes and dive bars line up like a parade of good times. One of my fav haunts is right by the old marker near Central Park (not that big, but man, it's a vibe) – spilled my heart and my drink there more times than I can count, so many rad memories!

Driver hurt after car plummets from edge of mall parking lot to the street below