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Chapter 73
I enjoy my night strolls, cruising the streets, the heart of the City, seeing what there is to be seen. The contrast. The contradictions. The Yin and the Yang. Tonight’s not unusual. Moonless, dark with rain, bright with the dazzle of traffic and neon. The roads and sidewalks are black with the night, shiny with the wet, marbled with long reflections in red and orange. Only trouble is, the rain’s sending the street-hookers into hiding. Doubtless, they’ll be out again later, most of them charged up on vodka and whatever hit is the current favourite. The rain falls harder, hard enough to rebound from the sidewalks, sluicing gutters and battering windshields, and I take temporary shelter under the awning of a burger stand. Nearby, a couple share an umbrella at the edge of the sidewalk, st
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