KIDS CRAP FOR CASH : INSIDE BOOKIE'S BIZARRE STORE

Step inside The Gulag, and you're met with a sight that'll make your stomach churn. It's a veritable hoard of kiddie crap, tossed in towers reaching for the lights. Parents come from miles around to peddle their pre-loved junk, hoping to score on something desirable by another pawnbroker. This guy with the shifty eyes|, a grizzled scoundrel, is