downtown

Sweet smoke drifts through the half-open window, the city flashes with neon signs, and seems ready to hop in the passenger seat. Everything here is about speed - weeks fly by like intersections on the highway, and even pleasure burns faster than a lighter clicks. A little dirt, a little glamour - scratches on the back, the glint of banknotes, someone else's love of tattoos. The atmosphere is just right: semi-lawless, semi-romantic, when the night city becomes a personal attraction and the music blares louder than any warnings.