| Early evening had fallen and the few lights that burned behind closed shades had begun to glow warm and yellow. Barely audible voices whispered on the howling December winds. This was Detroit. The ghetto. Her beauty stripped away by years of corruption and abuse the great city now buckling under the weight of her own excesses, and like the heavily made up face of an aging Hollywood starlet she was nothing more than a shadow of her former self. |
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