Decorative Impulses (open)
This place was weird. There was no better word for it, and Harley had come up with a few. Several creative euphemisms later, she returned to the fact that this place was weird. She still wasn’t exactly certain where she was at, so she was going to go with what Doc H had told her. It was the City.
( Well, the City was weird. )
( Well, the City was weird. )