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Bicycle Ancient : an old white-bearded man with a cap on. He's not a drinker, has his schedule. I find him quite impressive for he hasn't fallen down that much (he is extremely organized, and his bike ain't a bad one). Always seems to mutely judge people.
There's a younger guy, in his early thirties, whose tan gets stronger and stronger. His face seems burned. He gets drunk. His silhouette has changed in the past months. His gait became unsteady, one of his shoulder looks as if weighing a ton for him to move on. A polite shy chap. Once daydreamed looking at my very old raincoat.
On a lighter note, there's a Singing Lady.
Blood rose to her face and stayed there feeling good on her ever smiling face. Her stout body seems to be composed of different big fleshy elements put on top of one another (tits and ass, parted by a round belly). She's extremely gay and sings out loud wherever she goes. You hear her before you see her. Mostly seen by the railway station.
There's another bloke at the station, sleeping there. A tall one-eyed man, whose back is in such bad state that he always bend forwards. Nicotine fingers, distorted voice, creepy.
There's also another guy, said to be a drug addict who would suck for money. Offers toothless smiles.
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