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MessinaRight off the corner of 6th avenue and Granada Heights Blvd is a little joint that will draw you in and accept you, but only if you're lookin' to die.
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You'll hear her low melodies from the small basement windows and stop to wonder if her throat is as beautiful as the notes that escape them.
If you're not a jackass, a drunk, a saint, or madman, then you'll keep on walking. But if you're lookin' for more than simple answers-
if your head is tilted fifty degrees on either side of sanity, then you probably won't even notice that you've trembled your way down a flight of concrete steps to the front door. The neon sign in the window will not flicker, blink or buzz, it's just gonna stare silently at you without judgment as you push
the wooden door and enter into the Shangri-La of Scoundrels.
Above the din of the conversations and dirty deals and the melody of the woman which brought you to this dump you'll hear "Welcome to Messina, friend!".
"Welcome to Messina, friend!" Shouted a