Poetry.
She has nowhere to go except to walk on the harsh cold pavement
Her shoes are worn and dirty
Her clothes are ragged
Her hair is flat and greasy
A trick here a trick there is how she makes her living
A shot here a toke there is how she feels tolerant
Of the mean streets of Chicago
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