"Coney Island looks different in the darkness, especially when considered through the sleety curls of a north wind. The place exudes a menace that is absent or held to a discretionary distance during daylight. Alleyways yawn, horned music seeps through walls and locked doors out into the early night, full of diminished chords and open ninths, already swinging every kind of wrong."
Billy O'Callaghan - My Coney Island Baby
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