Great Depression

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Drunken blackguards stumbled out of seedy, dimly-lit pubs at all hours of the night; all manner of men jostled and bumped one another in their passing. Streetlights flickered, shivered, and swayed against the piercing chill of the breeze.
On a cold summer night was not one to miss. For lights around sure made it a bliss. A  villain comes 'round the corner looking at the man he sees. "Yo ho" says the man "Nothing here" relplies the other
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