Atlantic City, like Lourdes and Graceland, is a community based on faith. It is sustained by believers like Anna Zawicki, a street sultana taking her ease beneath the lavender awning of Bally's Park Place Casino Hotel, a giant grape Popsicle of a building at the midpoint of the world's most famous boardwalk. By her right side is a pair of stuffed raccoons; by her left, an airport luggage cart that holds her worldly possessions. Frank Sinatra croons to her from inside a boom box, and she accompanies him from time to time on a kazoo. "I like it here," she says....
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