They are the young misfits...society's castoffs...urban strays looking for a thrill. Something cheap, anything to get them through the night. Sleepwalking on caffeine, nicotine, and drugs, they wait out the dawn in death-rock clubs and shadowy back alleys...
Then into their midst comes the enigmatic Spyder. A patron saint of the alienated and lost, she i...
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