END GAME (coming soon)

New York City - I don't miss it. Not one bit. The streets reek of food carts and gas fumes, and the smell of garbage is ferocious during the summer when the city turns into a concrete sauna. Outside my former office at Gulag Sachs, if you tilted your head at just the right angle and paid careful attention, you'd get a strong whiff of anxiety from desperate people who couldn't wait to get the hell off the hamster wheel.

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