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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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She was a prostitute who had been arrested on three counts of solicitation between and One of her clients turned out to be a sadistic serial killer known as ChromeSkull.

Stroll down Oak Drive, and you'll hear echoes of my footsteps in the early morn, when the sunrise painted dreams along the riverbanks of the Chattahoochee. I often got mad at how serene it seemed amidst our urban hustle – maddeningly beautiful, I tell ya! And sometimes, I laugh at how small and connected these streets feel. Ain't it somethin'?

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