Parsing a pickup line

There is nothing like walking in the sunny side of the street. First black chiffon blouse of the season, Escada skinny jean that stretches my height by at least 2 inches, and samba music on my iphone, I was in an empty city where everyone evaporated after an hour of rain shower. Every corner of the street is left to be observed, familiar but odd enough without the usual suspects hanging around. It was only me that was moving in the entire town, which in a bizaar way put me in a wonderful mood of conquering a small part of the world.