I step out of the cab, handing him a tenner for the trip, and look out to the bustling scene of an afternoon on 17th Avenue. I know my destination but think I must have mixed up the streets for it is not within my view. I proceed East, the two sisters accompanying me close in tow. After a brief stroll I glance to my left and see a burnt neon sign
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