Post by D E M O N // on May 22, 2008 15:16:18 GMT -5
You step off the bus and are immediately confronted by the roaring sounds of the city. The sound of traffic is deafening; you can barely hear yourself think. You hear the screeching sounds of cars coming to a halt. Horns blare from impatient drivers, and you can hear curses coming from cars being cut off by other people. You can hear the music from the various listeners, ranging from rap to pop.
As you walk around the streets you seem to be traveling through different worlds. Your senses are overwhelmed as you maneuver your way around. Within a block you seem to go from a complete dump, to a fancy restaurant. You could could get used to this. There seems to be a place for everyone, you think.
On your way to your hotel you can't help but hear the sound of the nightclub, as well as passing everything you can imagine. It would seem that what ever you want you can find within a five minute walk from your front door. Opening the door to the slightly rundown hotel you make your way to your room. Looking out the window you observe the wealthy and the poor. The famous and the losers. The privileged and the lower class.
