There ain't no "right
and wrong" here, there's only the chaos of seemingly-unfortunate
man meeting his basic needs and addictions in back alleyways.
It's a place where artists are born and poets die. You
may, by chance see the elusive "Repent Sinner" Lady,
sitting patiently on a corner, doling out her measure
of biblical rehab for the myriad lost and wandering.
In the colorful alleys and streets of Hastings, the
grafitti gamers display their warez convincingly, while
underneath their very handiwork, lives melt away in a
swirl of crystal meth and starvation. So it goes...
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