The Dead walk the streets at night like insubstantial spectres. The Undead. With nowhere to call their home, they float aimlessly up and down Nanjing Street. Some resume their deathly sleep whilst others scavenge for food left over by the Living. Prostitutes and hustlers prowl the street and prey on stragglers. Peddlars sell stale foods at discounted prices. It's surreal. Like a ghost town. Shanghai reveals her other face. And it isn't pretty.
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