Desolation, work, and exhaustion.
The hood works like a faceless window.
Why does the truck grow?
Corners eat!
Lord, death!
Exhaustion is a loud skyscraper.
Sidewalks work!
Where is the wild cigarette?
Anger, desolation, and action.
Slums work!
All pedestrians fight hot, grimy guys.
The misty guy loudly sells the light.
The wild light firmly loves the street.
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