Welcome to her swamp

“The rain pounds relentlessly on the Crime Slums, turning the narrow, muddy streets of The Bog District into a winding maze of slick mud and shimmering neon reflections that flicker and dance across puddles. Rusted tenements, their paint peeling and metal corroded, lean unsteadily like drunken sentinels. Their grimy windows emit a sickly, flickering glow from synthetic alcohol distilleries spewing fumes into the damp air.”