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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Listen up – I gotta share my fave spot: the rundown alley near Bridge & 9th. Looks trash, feels edgy, but man, it’s art incarnate. Graffiti shouts truths in splashes of neon; every tag, every scribble tells a part of the city's soul. Sometimes that freakin’ alley brings me to tears, like every damn day in Summerfield’s a pick-me-up for my heart.

After yearslong battle, Greensboro City Council OKs Phase 1 of David Couch's Villages at Summerfield Farms