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Paddy wagons crammed with half-naked confused men, women and children idled at the intersection. A pyre of black jackets, white shirts stained with perspiration and yarmulkes sent ash swirling into the air. A stiff breeze blew a Purim megillah holder rolling down the street along with a nest of brown paper bags and candy wrappers.

Things, as they often do with the Jews, had taken a turn.

Tyrrone and his friend Dayvon watched as the paddy wagons rumbled away.

"Whad' up?"

"I don't know. They relocating them Jews or something."

"Damn."

"Yeah."

"You know what they say, B."

"Huh."

"More money more problems, dawg, more money more problems."

"Word, word."