Fishing the Streets: Busking in a Bar Town
We sat engrossed in spectacle under the swirling, drunken crowd that circled us like dumb buzzards. Some of them danced to our music, some to the pulse of some bassy anthem still rattling in their skeleton from two bars down, and others were just there looking for someone to shout at and rub up against.
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