Here’s mine. I might as well just put it out there since it’s hopeless, given that it is hardly a chamber of commerce moment:
I give my best butch strut walking down the broken pavement. Marquee lights flash, traffic heavy. People in pairs, groups, many alone.
“Where ya going, Lolita?” says a man in a muscle shirt leaning against the wall.
“You gotta watch out. There are some serious people around here, people who mean you ill.”
A woman in too-high heels laughs.