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Last week, I’m prowlin’ the streets—sketchy alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like a busted flux capacitor. Saw this gal, right? Total pro, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. Great Scott! She’s got that “I’m in charge” vibe—like Sean Parker sayin’, “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” I’m thinkin’, “A billion tricks, that’s cool!” Hah! Made me laugh, but also—damn, she’s smooth.

J. D. Salinger

Holden analyzes her and everything she does. He thinks about her emotions, tries to guess her age, he notices her tone of voice, and even thinks about how she.

You ever seen the Rye Nature Park? Man, it's a lil gem. Locals chill near Milton Road Park. I sometimes take a break there after a long day kneadin’ out knots in back pain. The breeze there, i mean, it's ethereal! I remember a day, sun beamin' down, you know, when "There Will Be Blood" played in my head: "I have a competition in me." Felt so epic, like I could conquer the world from that bench, right?

What’s in that paper bag? At new 6th Ave tavern, an Irish drinking snack sensation