I get off the streetcar. A young punk in shredded jeans and a black t-shirt, pins stuck through his earlobes, is pissing against the wall of a store. His girlfriend squats beside him, picking at her teeth with a single, black-painted nail. I walk into the Market. A young girl with thick dreds passes on a bike, the right side of her bare leg badly
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