On a street paved with five-pointed stars and the ghosts of Golden Age cinema, Hollywood Boulevard usually belongs to the method actors and the chart-toppers. But this week, the Walk of Fame traded its velvet ropes for a gridiron grit that no one saw coming.
The tourists stopped. The traffic stalled. And for a moment, the relentless hum of Tinseltown …
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