Ezreal was moseying around town smoking his cigarette while trying to find some form of amusement. He was kicking a rock every couple feet  while doing his moseying. He made sure to keep it in front of him and as close to him as possible but far enough to make a game of it. The main purpose was to not hit a car or worse... having to walk an unbearable distance to re acquire the rock. With a swift tap the rock hit a bump in the sidewalk, skewed off the path and went into a sewer grate.

Heading back home Ezreal finds himself not paying attention to his surroundings, he was pissed he let his rock get away. Not paying attention he bumped into the person in front of him, he quickly tried to apologize...before getting a fresh breathe of the mans body odor. Choking Ezreal tried not to vomit , forcing himself to say..."God damn dude you fucking stink!" Just before he ran away.

For what felt like a mile of running he found himself panting and out of breathe. He stopped to catch his breathe while pulling a cigarette from his chest pocket. He sparked it with a match and threw it to the ground, the ember going out almost instantly. Taking a deep drag off his cigarette Ezreal idly stood there, scanning his surroundings as he exhaled.

Watching, he noticed something that caught his eye; there were several well known and high ranking members from various cities milling about. Some were wearing badges of honor showing that they were from the upper ranks of their crew or city. Others who have lived for what seemed to be an eternity but yet never got that promotion they've been praying for. There was an unbearable odor all around it was spewing into the streets and no one seems to notice. His lip curled at the stench as he took one last drag of his cigarette, throwing it into the street before grabbing the nearest soapbox. Ezreal flipped the collar of his shirt and pulled it close to his face in hopes to block out some of the smell.

He continued to observe the crowd around him and realizes there was a definite lack of cleanliness and hygiene. Several mobsters were still wearing their suits from days, weeks or even months ago! Glancing over to his side Ezreal noticed a man, he was picking his nose and proceeded to wipe it on his pants. The man's suit was no longer it's original color, it was now covered in stains and faded. He lets out a sigh of disgust and raised his collar higher, wishing he wore a larger shirt today. He was thinking in the back of his mind as he stood there, that he wore the right skivvies. With all this shirt pulling he didn't want to show the world the parts he didn't want them seeing.

"Lately I've been noticing a big trend of dirty mafioso's representing themselves in these streets of ours. There are folks out here who have lived and died in the same suit without changing it once. I don't see how one can't be a bit disgusted smelling and seeing such a lack of cleanliness of others. If it isn't bad enough we have people airing out their dirty laundry into the streets, we have to put up with the smell of others and tattered looking clothes?"

"Don't get me wrong, I have a favorite suit that I love and prefer to use over all others. I also have some I like to use on special occasions and show off to the world. Doesn't it get boring wearing the same thing every day? Imagine the things your suit goes through every day... I know I'm not the only one who has gotten the occasional blood splatter on their clothing or all to well that mustard stain on the shirt that never went away? I would imagine after a hard day of work you might not be smelling the most pleasant."

"Ultimately I guess my question here is, are there a general concern for our streets lack of hygiene? If so what could we do to help these bums into a fresh pair of clothes once a week or possibly take a shower every couple days?"

Ezreal lit up another cigarette after he finished speaking, hoping the smell of cigarette smoke will overpower the stench around him. 

Pandora was going back home from the market, she walked behind someone. When she wanted to pass him, he blocked her way. She was going to the right he was going to the right too and visa versa.. Till she realize this guy played rock on his feet. He missed his kick so his rock went into sewer gate. She stood near gutter so she looked at that rock , it was only stuck there so she took it and wanted give it back to that man. 

When she takes the rock she heard that someone angry and yell “ is he drunk ?” . That man hits someone infront of him and he looks so pissed because of  he loose his rocks.

He stops by and stands on soapbox, She wonders what else he would do , being angry infront of people because of loosing his rock ? So she wait for a while and listen to him . He talks about suit, new suit everyweek. What!? She checks her self , sniff to her self. No she is not stinky although never change her suit. She is a bit upset with him she raises her hands ask permision to talk.

“Hey hey excuse me sir. Some people didnt change their suit not because they don’t have money” she walks closer to him ..

“According to me and maybe others too, Suit is our indentity so we can't change it easilly. It’s like to show people how we looks like, if u change it every day or everyweek it will make people confused which personality are you. But I agree we should change it sometimes. Especially when we are going to higher rank.” She tries to explain her opinion.

“ It won’t be nice if you were gangster but still use the same suit when you are don but We use suit to make us comfort not for pleased everyone else. So I think as long as they are comfort with their suit why not  to wear it forever. “  She tries to give him another point of view about suit.

“And about stinky one it is not because they didnt change their suit, maybe they dont going to bath for a long time.. “ She sniff her self..

“ at least im not stinky although i didn't change my suit “ she smiles and gives back his rock.

Walking home from having a couple drinks out at the pub I was escorted by my left hand Justin. It was our weekly ritual to get out on foot and find a hole in the wall pub to have a couple of drinks to unwind. On our way home we passed a man standing outside of the laundry mat complaining about people and there stinky laundry. I had to laugh to myself, was this coincidence or had my drinks settled into my blood stream.

Continuing on with our walk I began to think about that man going on about peoples suits. I thought to myself and about how I had worn this suit since I had setup as a family head in my district. It had sentimental value, but I was willing to pass it on for the right suit.

See my problem was that I went back to that same suit every morning in the closet. None of the others stood out like it did when I was out in public. With the right tie this suit was always the right choice. I feel like I can only trust a few tailors in town and the wait time is quite a substantial one.

So it is not that I wish to wear the same suit every day, I just can't find enough tailors publicly to fit my needs. I look for quality over quantity and receiving my fine suits one at a time takes quite some time to get them shipped in. I appreciate the work put into them and make sure I get enough wear out of them before making a permanent change.

MissNiki- had been heading back from Sairia 's bakery when she ran into James_Storm in the street talking about his suit. You know, the same one he always wore. She did like James's suit, there was nothing wrong with it. 

 Niki occasionally changed her dress, but not often once she found one she really liked. That's not to say she didn't wash it every night before going to bed. Well, that was Jimmy_Coonan 's job to take it to the all night dry cleaners and have it back to her in the early morning.

She agreed with Pandora - our suits our part of who we are. The suit we choose shows our personality. Sure, she didn't have the same dress that she came to these shores in, it was dirty, and tattered. She was just a mere child then. She had outgrown that dress. As long as your suit represents who you are, she felt that there was no need to change it. She took a bit of her eclair, and some of the boston creme dribbled down the front of her dress. She sighed, as she dabbed at it with a napkin. Jimmy would have to take it to the cleaners as soon as she got back to HQ. 

Supernova began to blush. He knew that he was one of those who knew really changed their suit. Since he was always smoking, it would make it even worse. He stood there listening to everyone. Writing down notes, since he was never good cloths and what to wear.

Ezreal. You know what.. Your right my friend. Im a prime example, and this is a real eye opener for me. I always wanted to change this garments here, but just keep going on my daily life. I appreciate this wake up call. I'm now going to see if maybe I could get this skank off me.

He laughs for abit and then continue.

Maybe it's the wee. I dont know. But I'm truly about to go to a tailor and get this changed. We mafioso's need to e fresh and clean. Thats what we are all about. I thank you for bring this up to the masses. 

He whistles to his bodyguard Nebula to come over to him.

Listen, fine the best tailor. I want a clean suit. Smelling fresher the flowers. After that, burn this suit I have right here. Im sure it's not giving the right first impressions.

Nebula hands his boss, Supernova a joint and a light before heading out to look for one of the finest tailors.

You the man Nebula. After saying that, he lights up the joint and continues to puff from it.

As I was saying, new suits, new way of living. We arent our ancestors. Nor should we dress like them. Of course, this is just my opinion.