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[GonzoStyle]

Those bums are no friends of mine, my bums have standards. I remember when you used to know all the bums in the neighborhood, if not by name, atleast by face or smell. You'd see them around and give them the old head nod, most times they wouldn't even ask for change at all, you'd drop them a quarter or whatever. They were happy and greatful, these young punks ain't got the stuff of the old timers, buncha young turks, muscling in on the territory.