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Crap Fashion
It’s dirty. The air thick with fumes. The traffic nose-to-tail, the sun beating down. Music escapes out of car windows. Scooters buzz between gridlocked cars, buses and trucks with fruit on the back.
The road is lined with scruffy buildings and high-rise offices that don’t look much better. The streets are tight and packed with people under a blazing blue sky.
I step off the pavement onto the road. Blue plastic bucket and yellow sponge in hand. I’m dressed in rags. Taller than before. Bigger too, with hairs sprouting out of my forearms.
The traffic moves again. Boxy cars from a time that style forgot.
I stand between the lines of traffic. They slow and a shiny black car rolls to a stop. A big, long Mercedes saloon with tinted windows. I step out in front of it, dunk t
