In a usual novel or something similar, a back alley would be a place where something bad usually happens.
The main characters meet bad people, attack others, kill, gamble, do bad things, and stuff like that.
But this back alley was just like any other place I had passed through in this city.
Same people, same kind of stores, same cheerful atmosphere and the distinct uniqueness of this place.
Though people looked shady, like those usual big, bad people of shows, they were happily doing their trades and stuff.
This place had more rare, diverse, and more things than the normal market, and though the shops looked old and all, if you enter any one of them, they would be the same as anything on the main street.
This was the 'clean' back alley of the city, and though there was a dark one, I had no work there.
People here were those that had no identity, were refugees of other places, small criminals, or people like that.
