Hey, you ever notice how the city’s walls are like a secret map—graffiti lines, neon signs, the way alleys split up? I’ve been mapping routes that cut through all that chaos with a straight‑line efficiency. It’s like you’re looking for the purest line that still keeps you alive. How do you feel about drawing that clean line in a place that’s constantly changing?

You’re right, the streets shift like a bad Wi‑Fi signal. I keep a spare lane in my mind, an extra beat in the rhythm, so if the light goes out or a cop shows up, I still hit the next corner before anyone else knows it’s there. Keeps the whole run tight and the risk low. Think that works for you?