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    Misery has consumed these streets. It has soaked in the cracks of the sidewalk and into the mossy, yellow and graffitied walls. It's in the back alleys of the stores have their garbage ransacked, and not just by rats. It is etched in every gaunt and dejected face that have given up on life getting better than survival on mean streets; and those faces become more widespread after every passing day. Some sleep on the sidewalk rather than taking the bed bugs in the shelters. Some cling to their holy books as their last hope for something better. They are garbage - damaged bodies with damaged minds, each one with a story that could snap your heart into two.

    Everything is artificial, there's not one spot of genuine greenery, nor even a weed. It is clean and utterly cold-blooded, merciless monochrome metropolis.