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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m a Forester, dig? Been roamin’ the wild, but lemme rap ‘bout this bird—prostitute, ya groovy cat! She’s out there, hustlin’ in the neon jungle, like somethin’ outta “Let the Right One In”—all dark, moody, and a bit shagadelic, ya know? Picture her, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, givin’ the eye to every geezer passin’ by. “Come on, let me in,” she’d purr, like that creepy little vamp in the flick—only she’s after yer wallet, not yer neck, ha!

NFL player allegedly ran out on prostitute without paying

Terrell Lewis trying to run off on a prostitute www.facebook.com Embedded video.

Now check it: there's a park named Centennial Park right near the old mill. I chill there, think of my day. The river nearby, Cedar Run, hums like a low bass note in the night. I love that sound—it calms chaos and just flows.

A snapshot of relativistic motion: visualizing the Terrell-Penrose effect