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About New York City

I get pissed, though—society’s all judgy. “You can’t tell me what to do!”—that’s Ruby screamin’ in my head. Folks look down, but she’s payin’ bills, feedin’ kids maybe. Who’s the real crook? Some Wall Street prick or her? Gets me heated, man. But then—happy hits. She’s got this laugh, loud, cuts through the night. Surprised me first time I heard it—like, damn, she’s alive, y’know? Not just a shadow.

Black Market

Who would fancy this storyline? Owen gets desperate and a sly Phelan turns up with a proposition, spend a couple of hours with him and he'll give him some.

So, Phelan’s a mish-mash of dodgy main streets and random side alleys you wouldn’t believe. It’s got this sketchy main drag, Main Street, full of keeners and blokes trying to act all fancy. Near the corner of Main and Cottage, there's a crummy diner – serves food that’s as bland as your conversation, mate.

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