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They're on your street corner. Hanging out by the newsstands, out front of bodegas, in the alleyways. They're the derelicts, the unwanted, the scourge of the city. They feast on what you discard, turn famine into fortune and trash into cash. With a language all their own and a penchant for mischief, these street urchins can turn corners at top speed while lifting your car stereo even faster. Whether climbing trees looking for their next meal or scaling rooftops to spot a place to fence some copped jewelry, these little miscreants will steal your wallet and steal your heart.