Streets of TokyoStreets of Tokyo
It's survival in the city
When you live from day to day
City streets don't have much pity
When you're down, that's where you'll stay
The room was beyond sticky with humidity, feeling like a sauna that had been cranked up to high temperatures or even a prison hot box with some unruly soul trapped inside for some miniscule infraction. There was air conditioning inside the room, but it was of such poor quality that it wouldn't even cool you off if you sat on it. Looking at the thing, you could see it shaking as it choked out bursts of artificial wind in a futile attempt to moderate the temperature of the room. Air conditioning on a hot day? Sometimes what you needed was a dehumidifier.
Oh, and of course, the room stank. It wasn't anything the occupant had been doing, but simply that the room was in a cheap motel in an equally cheap part of the city. The entire place was utterly splashed