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On my own I can really only find my way a couple places in Lite-Up, and those places are real close to the main Transit outlets. The streets aren’t really numbered clearly or consistently here because companies have bought most of them, so it’s hard to keep your mental map straight. But now we’re pretty far afield, deep in the jaws of Lite-Up, surrounded by tattooers and eyebrow threaders and cheap electronics. Here and there an apartment window peeking out incognito between neon and lightbulb grids. This isn’t my kind of place, I know, and every time I end up here it seems more like I’ve kind of grown up too much for it, which I guess means all the tourists are like little kids. But Quin says she knows someplace that’s respectably underground, even here, where she says they sell booze to minors and you can get Slippers if you act cool and all. Between big flash marquees for a specialty movie theater and a multilevel strip club we go into a place called CAVERN OF DELITES, its entrance so dark and unadorned that the bulk of the crowd doesn’t even know it’s there. This turns out to be only an intermediate place: a labyrinthine mall, snaking little interstitial paths throughout a block of real estate. Its ceiling is covered in blue neon, here and there rendering a wireframe stalactite. We pass glass doors into various shops, like spotlights into the weird blue gloom: sunglasses and flash jewelry, housewares and smoking paraphernalia, off-grid cellular providers and psychic advisement (SPEAK TO RELATIONS LIVE OR DECEASED).
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