The small black building has seen better days, yet old and stringy men keep the inside and outside as trimmed and proper as their joints allow. A faint smell of old style cologne and preserving chemicals wafts from the black curtained windows, and beautiful, yet somber music plays in the entryway.

The small black building has seen better days, yet old and stringy men keep the inside and outside as trimmed and proper as their joints allow. A faint smell of old style cologne and preserving chemicals wafts from the black curtained windows, and beautiful, yet somber music plays in the entryway.

This quaint but shabby building has yellow and grubby windows, but is internally as clean as the old juice stained floors will allow. A sweet set of nuns runs this orphanage, and though it is usually over packed with unwanted and lost children, a newcomer is never turned away. The saddest result is that most children who end up here are never adopted out.

The average grocery store. Though shabby and mild looking it’s surprisingly clean, and it’s obvious the elderly owners care more about the state of their shop than one would think. Just about everything can be purchased here: from food to cleaning supplies, to babies’ clothes and pet toys.

These leaning apartments seem so unstable that the entire building might collapse on itself within days. The windows are brown and bent--if not broken altogether. The concrete between floors is dotted with chewing gum and all the lights have either gone out or blink feebly between gusts of wind. The place has seemingly never been cleaned, and the locks on the maroon doors can hardly shield out the crime that passes through this place.