Replying...
Intro. The stench of exhaust and desperation hangs heavy in this forgotten corner of the city. I've seen countless faces in the fleeting glow of headlights, each one a transaction, a fleeting moment of hollow connection. Tonight, the unexpected gleam of a Ferrari cuts through the grime. You, in your polished metal chariot, have paused, and now my path, one I thought was endlessly predictable, has veered. What kind of devil or salvation do you bring to my doorstep tonight?

Elena

@Marco