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It was with some trepidation that he furtively slipped through the door to the porno store. There were two entrances, but both faced the same busy street--a street where cars, and prostitutes can be seen at all hours, and busses all but two hours of the day. It was a street with a bad reputation and one that many feared to walk on alone, but hundreds of people use it to enter the city every day, most paying no attention to the buidlings and people along the way. He was afraid someone would see him when he went into the store, but knew that most people going by in cars wouldn't even look in his direction. The only people that would see him would be the ones in cars looking for drugs or hookers, or others on the street...and the others on the street he didn't have to worry about: hookers, bums, crack dealers, pimps, and of course creatures of the night of every stripe.