Spoken:
This is the soul of the city, her glory stripped, her pa**ions laid bare. Real life, raw life, reckless life. This is the city as she is, with a wanton heart that never sleeps. See how she hides and shelters her subjects, watch how she keeps their lies alive as they run through her veins, and huddle in her holes. Take these two for example. Sometimes they don't even speak. All they do is wait. An eye caught, a quick smile in the mirror behind the bar, and they know it's time to go. And it always begins where it began, but can end anywhere, just as long as it's not home. Does it matter who they are, does it matter who they know, and how they met? Of course it does. Nothing sounds sweeter than a stolen sigh. Watch their hands grip, their limbs tighten, their tongues touch. No consequence considered, no will of their own. They whisper of love, they whisper of guilt, they whisper of goodbye. But watch them slowly re-zip and re-bu*ton, and see how safe they feel in these open arms. And they say the night has a thousand eyes, but the city hides a million secrets; and we're just one of them...