As expected, various, crop-top wearing dancers in strangely outdated but contextually relevant grandpa hats emerged out of the crowd, break-dancing their way through muddy puddles towards center stage. ‘Uhh ye-ar’ said their faces as they gave each other silent, gangsta encouragement, before jumping up onto a conveniently placed fruit stand. I thought, this is great, I feel so uplifted watching this, but you know what would make it even better? If that fruit stand were covered with hundreds of used needles. Nothing says rags to riches like overcoming a choreographed needle bed dance.
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