This city runs on cocaine…

This whole city runs on cocaine, shiny and pure in the penthouses and cheap and cut in the warehouses. It’s as open a secret as the speakeasies in Prohibition Chicago, which, incidentally, ‘my sort’ now recreate for costume parties.

Paranoid London (Look it Up!) – Jack Nicholls – Medium, August 2, 2017 at 03:35PM

Love the framing of above sentences.