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Brooklyn is the toughest of the five boroughs, a place with cracked streets and broken homes. Big brick buildings conceal the lives of the so-called families dwelling within. Slate colored smoke pollutes the once pure air surrounding those factories workers dread entering. It was a place that bred its children to grow up too fast and trust no one but themselves. Street smarts, and tough exteriors are the only tools useful when surviving the dark streets. Brooklyn has a different atmosphere than the other boroughs, at least it did back when the newsies ran freely through the streets. Brooklyn was less carefree than Manhattan. Stepping across that bridge led you to a place with darker allies, broader shoulders and greater pride. The natives of the borough didn't enjoy the cushy office jobs that Manhattaners did. The workers here suffered manual labor or the prison sentence of a factory job. The few businessmen that prospered in Brooklyn were the type of men who could thrive on the shady streets – crooked. The labor made men stronger, forcing them to rise to their full potential physically. Those who couldn't make it in Manhattan fled to one of its five boroughs. These rejects settled in the shadow of the greatest city in the world. Those who arrived in Brooklyn chose to fight back against the expulsion. They pushed their limits to see if they could survive the rough streets. They became alike. These survivors are as calloused and unforgiving as the streets who parented them. They know of their own strength in waking up each morning, and with survival in Brooklyn comes pride. Each inhabitant who breaths in the dingy air finds himself full to the brim of this hateful pride. When it comes to defending one's pride there is no such thing as going too far. The streets care not who you are or what you've been through. They blindly threaten each person equally, either forcing them to find the strength within to persevere, or squashing their once delicate being into nothingness. The place remains unchanged through all it has seen. The same alley that in the small hours of darkness secluded the stolen innocence of a young girl, also witnessed the beauty of hidden kisses in the bright daylight hours. This story is about Brooklyn, but not about the borough…its about a girl. A girl who was not only brought up by the borough, but named for it - or so she says. The truth as to how she got her name is a mystery. Whether her birth certificate truly says Brooke Lynn or she named herself after the borough that had parented her with tough love, she had never gone by another name. She was Brooklyn.
Yea, I know what your thinking so was he…