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𝓔𝐍𝐃.
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consider herself a savior, as she really wasn't one, she could give suggestions to her clientele as she listened to them.

Jill knew that the more things changed outside, for better or for worse, the more they would stay the same everywhere.

𝓐𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬.
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not making it your primary solution. As often, the remedy was worse than the sickness it was intended to cure.

And 𝓙𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 knew it well, being the evening bartender of this place, often seen as a karmotrine angel descending from heaven to give guidance and comfort. While she didn't →
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place.

It was like a hole with an entrance sign whose neon glow guided the way in the dark for those who wanted to take a break from the harsh reality outside.

Drowning sadness away in alcohol was a way to temporarily forget about your problems, as long as you have the intention of →
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Found near the slums, on a small road that was just seconds away from the main street, there laid Hall A of VA-11, a BTC-certified bar. . .

. . . but since it was a mouthful of words, many just called it Valhalla. A name fitting, for a small heaven-like place located in such a miserable →
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where was it? At the end of a holographic rainbow? Inside a virtual simulation? Somewhere secret?

That answer lies somewhere more simple: At the bottom 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬.
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jobs, their families, or even their studies. Some look for ways to escape this hellhole dominated by the powerful, and others. . . just give up, realizing there's nothing to be done.

But for many of them, there was an answer. While not permanent, it could ease their minds a little. But →
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better meaning of the word, this place was an absolute 𝓭𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚. One where brutality in all its forms is the daily bread. The quality of life for the non-powerful decreases at an alarming rate.

For many, this can be overwhelming. To clear their minds, some devote themselves to their →
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spends their time on the internet, doing activities like playing games, or watch pop idols.

But not even being online was a way of escaping these tyrants, as both media and advertising were tools used to control the masses. Not to mention how monitored and restricted it is.

In no →
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that the government's laws are obeyed.

Yet, these so-called security forces were often no better than those who paid for their services, extorting & assaulting citizens for money, punishing them with force should they refuse.

In efforts of varying success, a major part of the population →
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would be putting it mildly.

Those problems, alongside others rampaging this city, were endemic, but it's not like those living here have a say on it. In this place, all human life has been infected with nanomachines to keep them in check.

Over them stand the White Knights, who ensure →
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𝓖𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝟐𝟎𝟕𝐗 𝐀.𝐃.
What more can be said about this place that hasn't been mentioned?

This was a city that, by all means, shouldn't exist. But somehow, it did.

Criminal organizations, gang warfare, civil unrest, and corruption were an everyday reality, but even such a term →
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