Pelle Sten

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The club kids in the corner with Keoki looked strung out and terrifying. In 1989 these same club kids had been innocent fashion students in colorful clothes, looking like flowers and pixies. But just three years later they looked like scary monsters, with faces painted white, steel spikes piercing their cheeks, and fake blood smeared around their eyes. They used to take a hit or two of ecstasy when they went out, but now they were smoking crack and shooting heroin. They didn’t really speak very much anymore; they just went out and stood there, expressionless and terrifying and tall in their ...more
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