The local park in the market section of town was a well know hangout for vagrants, the homeless, and bums. It wasn't dangerous though, not nearly as dangerous as some places. The police patrolled the area quite regularly, while they couldn't really throw the people out for just sitting around they were always just waiting for some one to make some small slip up.
Despite it being popular it wasn't terribly crowded either, there were a few that were semi-permanent residents of the park, and there were many that were just passing through. An The place was just large enough that the number of vagrants never seemed an annoying amount to the average person.

Today a few of the park 'residents' were trying their hands at street performances, trying to earn a little cash here and there. Some acting like living statues, some doing card tricks and magic acts.
One act was a younger girl in a ratty old T-shirt and a tan skirt over holey plaid stockings and Combat boots. She was seated on a thick fighter pilot's jacket on the ground by the fountain. A tattered old brown baseball cap lay in front of her as she held a Harmonica to her lips and played happy tunes for the people that passed by.

Her name was Jenna, she had been living on the streets for a while now, and had some how managed to avoid stooping to prostitution. She had been approached by Pimps before and by older men who were just looking for some one. A woman could get rich on the streets if she really wanted to, but this was not Jenna's game. She had promised her self that she would never ever stoop to that.