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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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I wanted to break out my post to appreciate Broad Ripple as it is today. I've lived there before, and have gone there over the course of half my life and have.

Maybe you're wondering about the food scene? Seriously, hit up Sidewinder Café on Oak Street. Their coffee? Legit. And their blueberry muffins? So fly, they instantly mend a broken day. Walking past, I sometimes reminisce thinking, "I love rumors!" cuz can you believe a simple muffin can be an act of rebellion? Life’s weird sometimes.

Broad Ripple gets new intimate concert venue and listening room with retro vibed Turntable