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Every city is composed of numerous cities, like the layers of an onion.
The city you walk every day.
The underground city, which never sees the sun, where nighthawks are kings and queens.
The forbidden city, where only a few are allowed or venture, whose dominions are well guarded by the outcasts.
The enchanted city, of quiet gardens hidden amongst the intricate maze of busy streets, where stone sentinels keep peace and order.
The dark city, where empress moon rules casting spells of lost inhibitions and forgotten rules to those who wander in smoky, musical, vapour intoxicating filled wholes.
And your city, which is sacred and secret, known only to your soul, your feet and your memories.
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