SCANDAL-RIDDEN NEWSBOYS
They run in here without much palaver -
only because I think they don't know
much to talk abut anyway. In order to
begin, there's got to be some content.
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Thrown straight in from the waterfront
docks, these kids are almost urchins;
yelling lousy headlines along the lousy
streets; dodging carts and wagons all
the day. Where they eat and sleep, who
can say? There's no one responsible
for such a type of care.
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Mothers are rumors, and fathers are
myths. 'There's business to do, and
let's get on with it. Ya' lousy shit,
y'er in my way.'
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