The Baltimore Brawler, as he was known in precisely one neighborhood and by exactly no one else but him, earned his moniker not through any display of pugilistic prowess, but because he once knocked over a stack of cream of mushroom soup cans at Shaprio’s supermarket. His signature move… flinching theatrically… secured him a small clutch of confused onlookers and mildly concerned grandmothers. Rumor has it, he can be spotted shadowboxing his own reflection in Riverside Park behind the restrooms near the tennis courts, where legends are born and egos remain blissfully unbruised. All hail the Baltimore Brawler!

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