It was a chilly,quiet, night in Tijuana, Mexico. The streets were calm and peaceful, except for one dark alleyway, hidden from the street lights. "C'mon Stanley! Don't you want the flour? Aren't you hungry?" A group of men teased a man, whose white shirt was torn off of him and thrown into a wet puddle. Stan face was tinted red of shame and tears threated to fall. The cold nipped at his skin. The men saw this and teased him harder. "Haha! Look at him! Pathetic trash." One guy said, tearing off Stan's clothes just to humiliate him. "You want the flour don't you? You broke people will do anything for a bit of food,won't you?" Another man snickered as Stanley avoided eye contact an nodded shamefully and continues letting them undress him.