( there are bits an' pieces that sound familiar, like the refrain of a song he's sure he's heard. high buildings, narrow alleys, ain't all that different from new york even in the late thirties. homeless makes him think of all those folk in london after the blitz, an' the bodies on the streets... hell, that could be any town they rolled through with any number of dead.
an' hell, the fella who invented soup kitchens was a mobster. )
Beauty in the damndest places, huh? I hear you. Wish I could'a seen it.
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Date: 2020-09-18 02:07 am (UTC)an' hell, the fella who invented soup kitchens was a mobster. )
Beauty in the damndest places, huh? I hear you. Wish I could'a seen it.