Pascom, broad with buildings and billboards, skyscrapers, and strewn with power lines, and cable wires. Limitless, a sinful city gazing upon the heights of stark subdivisions. Draped with a neon glow through midnight calls, baked under the sunny heat during later days, in the morning. A place where corporations, association lay potent, flourished with crimes, intoxicated by gangs, yet the mafia lay dormant for a few years.
Authoritarian power, governed by snakes and potbelly pigs, sows, swines of the democratic power, but under the gaze of law they are to be blinded by it. After all, what money can buy is law, and if law had it all, the puppeteers are the shaker of the industry grinding throughout each decades passing by. The 21st century millennia, fattened by luxury, apartments, complex fire escapes, and turf wars. This is what Pascom is, a white gold, an ever producing city full of bad blood and bad seeds, ill humored criminals, rough individuals, and remorseless police'.
Hence, even through crime there is beauty, a narrowing that defined reality itself, howbeit that this is all I can give to you, donnish aristocratic haughty people of my millennia. I give to you, the ever shaping picture of Pascom, my own place. At least, on how I view my birthright.
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Mystery / ThrillerSimon Vincent, a man troubled by the monotony of his fastidious life, forever engulfed by the toxicity of neon is forced to take calls every night to due the bidding of these antediluvian fellows that plagued the soil of the ever blooming city of Pa...
