This is the
city where cold wet walking on stilts in
smoky rundown living room hollow feeling filled with smoke with no lights or window and the dank feeling of wet fabric everywhere will greet you.
strewn haphhazard papers cannot get them together penalties penalties puishment respect glaring rebuking eyes from corners unforseen.
pestulant
deceptive scheming rhymes to lust over for the ruddy faced mass, untouchable
mudskin men of doubt and disparage.