Fatal fascination for the seedy part of town. Walk down the street and your head spins round. Don't be seen alone without your friends at night. Take a gun or a knife to the low life.
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Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming. From tender stem hath sprung!. Of Jesse's lineage coming. As men of old have sung. . It came a flow'ret bright. Amid the cold of winter.