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The streets of New York City during the 70s are mean and filthy, but that's how Harry likes them, and he plans to take them all. As seven different people are pulled together with Harry as their center of gravity they're thrown into a swirl of unimaginable madness, from pasts carefully sewn together that wasn't just by the hand of coincidence to an unpredictable future that will change the whole game. Dylan wasn't meant to become the thief he is now; Jordie didn't choose to be the freak his father made him believe he is; Nina shouldn't have made a habit out of forgetting the night before; Kevin didn't wish to end up gambling for more than money; André shouldn't have let those men kill his uncle; Donna could've lived a normal life like any other; and Elliott might've survived without their help, after all. But Harry was meant to be who he is now, and sure as hell they were all meant to be together. All Rights Reserved © LiveNiceTimes
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