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Post-apocalyptic Occupy-style communial survival settlement headed by the dude from the Moth with the greasy ponytail on one end selling used clothes for a buck each and the Con Bard on the other end selling smelted metals, look out for the radioactive materials that might get deposited over there, keep your tiny kid away from that space. He'll be sent back in time with the monkey with boxer gloves soon. So don't poison him.