If one traversed deep into the residential district, past the main city and well-to-do neighborhoods, they would encounter the downtown area.
And if one perhaps decided to go even further, then they would discover the slums, a labyrinth of low-rise buildings that one could only traverse on foot.
And by foot, a familiar woman traversed this land with a kind of casual glee that could only be possessed by the likes of her, a lollipop in her mouth.
In this dim evening (where shadowy clouds swallowed the sun) she wore a glaring bright rainbow hoodie over her delicate frame, her flip-flops making soft slapping sounds on the damp, uneven ground.
The air around her smelled of overused grease and open sewage, but she seemed utterly unbothered, nor was she bothered by the men who cast leering gazes at her, or the prostitutes who whispered to one another upon seeing her.
