Metro. I didn’t work for a criminal enterprise located in a seedy alley. I admit to not explaining in detail the “elevator” (one of the “older models” where you pulled one cord to make it go up, another to make it stop or go down), its operability (it worked when it felt like it), how often it was used (almost never, the city wouldn’t issue a certificate permitting passenger use – only freight) or that the “mystic” placed me in that spot on an earlier visit.
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