The light on the corner danced and flickered, strobed a bit, and stayed dimly lit.
Henri Blaze called it the Methadone Streetlamp because the two hippies who ran the clinic would fix it when it burned out or got shot out because you knew the city was never gonna.
Henri pushed The Gigolo past the now-defunct place. No more lines of junkies, no more nothin…
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