Occasional raindrops fell, carrying with them the metallic tang of the city's industrial heartbeat, and I watched as they beaded on my trench coat, a living canvas mirroring the city's dynamic spirit. The air itself crackled with the fusion of exotic street food aromas, exhaust fumes, and the electric energy of this gritty, high-tech, dystopian universe.
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