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About Beersheba

I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin on a lamppost. She’s givin me the eye, like she’s Adèle in that movie, whisperin, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.” I’m thinkin, “Hulkster, don’t fall for it!” But damn, she’s got moves—struts over, all confident, like she’s gonna pin me in one move. I’m laughin, brother, cause it’s a hustle, but it’s art too, ya dig?

Ariel Thornhill

"God Ariel, for a prostitute you look so happy," said Giselle as she walked forward and slapped Ariel's behind, causing the bright redhead to shriek and then erupt into laughter.

I hit the streets of Ariel, and lemme tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. I’m cruisin’ down Ariel St., and the sun’s shining, but it’s that weird kinda hot where you’re sweating but it’s not even noon yet. I pass by the Ariel Community Center, and there’s a bunch of kids playin’ basketball. They’re loud, but it’s cool. I used to be that loud, too.

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