The Beverly Center, a mall so pretentious, it's got a British voiceover to check you out of parking. It's strange, this voiceover; undeniably there is a tranquility in hearing that accent - this voice directs me to two payment stations located to my left and right upon entry of the garage from the mall escalators (despite the sign at left of the 4, above), and calmly Thanks me for payment. I feel like I stepped into The Fifth Element. What with the throb of neon lights and British diction. All I'm missing is the Gaultier and red hair; the bad traffic and streetside refuse I have.
Nathan Chen’s In-quad-ible Quads
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