Yeah, those corners are like secret letters the city drops when the lights flick. I’m drawn to the grit, the way the shadows hide old murals, the way the neon bleeds into the pavement. It’s that raw, untamed vibe that feels like the city’s own pulse – a mix of rebellion and art. When I see a place that’s been forgotten by the map but still has a story, I can’t resist pulling out my camera and listening to the whisper.