This was the neighbourhood of the cheap addicts, whiskey-heads, stumblebums, the flotsam off Harlem ; the end of the line for the whores, the hard squeeze for the poor honest laborers and a breeding ground for crime. Blank-eyed whores stood on the street corners swapping obscenities with twitching junkies. Muggers and thieves slouched in dark doorways waiting for someone to rob ; but there wasn't anyone but each other.
Chester Himes
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