There is a part of town where you only have to mention it's name, and you will receive a sympathetic nod.
There the people have few teeth. It is not uncommon to have to chase off roving bands of large wild dogs. Dead cats bloat in the ditches beside the road. You can peek through the cracks in the walls. You have to climb over the stack of washing machines to get up the telephone pole. I have had conversations with customers about how hard it is to quit meth, and how he plans to go buy some after I leave. I have been informed about what it means to be a Juggalo, and I acted like I didn't know just to hear him talk.
It is an interesting part of town.
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