Softly the sunlight began to fade and the bright neon signs came on, one-by-one all across the city. The dank, hideous smell of money littered the evening sky as wallets came out of pockets and bills were stuffed into bras and stockings. A little bit of a sexist, harsh statement. Yeah, especially if you're one of those people who doesn't like to face reality. I suppose you'd also be the kind of person, then, who pretended that there wasn't fourteen year-old kids buying little plastic bags with white powder in them, and you sure as hell don't want to believe that the fourteen year-old down the street from you is pushing her newborn son in a stroller. Well, enough about you, what about the rest of us - those of us who face reality each and every day. Sure, we may not ride around in expensive cars or dress in the highest fashion, but I can guarantee you, we know a hell of a lot more about life than you ever will.
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