Shamys Stitch Market

You would have to go back further west because that's on that west side. You walk in to kind of a not so sterile waiting room with blood stained chairs and magazines. The light fixtures are kind of buzzing and they seem to flicker on and off. There's a front desk with no one at and a bell on it. Oh, and there's a jar of green lollipops. Ooh. Atrocity. Yeah. I'm a free man. For the first time in your life.