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So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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Angus Abrahams. Licensed Real Estate Agent. LJ Hooker Avalon Beach. Call Respectful. Honest. Professional.

Trust me, buddy, Angus (ca) is a wild ride. Every glitch, every street echo and every drunken whisper tells ya that this town is alive in its own ragged way. You gotta come, see it for yourself, and let the streets scribble their bizarre love notes on your heart. And always remember, "Meet me in Montauk!"—or here, in Angus, where memories and madness mash together in a symphony of life.

Angus Crookshank