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No one came to Downbelow if they could help it. If they had credits—or could beg, borrow, or steal some—they’d find somewhere else to be. Anywhere was better the wrong side of the station, the wrong side of the proverbial tracks. Have-nots stayed there only after they'd been pushed away from everywhere else until they were cramped together, doing whatever they could to scrape by.
A few complained, shouting about the unfairness of it all, but most didn't bother. It was the way it was and always would be. Life had a pecking order; they knew their place