brightly lit rainbow sidewalks drenched with urine; a pot of gold at the end which consists of abnormally high curbs and eight lane streets.
at times gaudy; hopeful and upsetting, there is a reason this city is so vastly populated. you can always cross the road to find at least 17 things to do. at the very least a blaq man will tell you he admires your looks and "wishes you were 22."
A CITY THRIVING WITH CULTURE AND CHRISTIANITY
alas all is not well. you can't walk down the street wearing a camera, let alone three, without being asked if you're a paparazzi.* do paps even acknowledge what film is? i thought that industry was strictly digital/5000 pictures per second.
*i thought i saw paris hilton, but quickly realized it was stacy peralta with the usual blonde extensions..
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