Gimmicks galore on both sides of every street, trying to pull people
in to buy wares they don't really want or need.
Advertisements, billboards, signs big and small, telling us what lies behind closed doors.
Cars, food, furniture, doodads and more - ours for the asking if we only shell out our money for what lies in stores of all shapes and sizes.
Tantalizing reverberations reaching out to our heads, hearts and stomachs as we wend our way down city streets of dubious distinction.
Passing all without regret or hesitation, our purses and wallets remain filled with our hard-earned money.
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