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Walgreens when we ran across a hawker promoting a lounge a few blocks away.
"Great place to get off your feet for a while," he said, without the usual flashy smile or
exaggerated hype most of the hawkers employed. His clothes-black jeans and turtleneck-were more
upscale, which intrigued me. And he didn't have fliers or postcards. What he handed me was a
business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the
electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising.
A stream of quickly moving pedestrians flowed around us. Cary squinted down at the
lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I had. "Looks swank."
"Show them that card," the hawker urged. "You'll skip the cover."
"Sweet." Cary linked arms with me and dragged me along. "Let's go. You might find a quality
guy in a swanky joint."
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