Redlight districts are their own thing, [Cliff said, recalling the neon lights and the glamorous girls of the various ones that he had passed through over his travels with some distaste. It was popular opinion that people should enjoy themselves at these places, and there was an unspoken promise that the personal details of one's life would be kept discreet.

He didn't buy it.]

...they never really were my style either. Not now, and not back then.

[He leaned back and looked at the stars, searching the false constellations for the distant light that his own world circled around.]

Life may have been simpler then...but, nah. I don't really miss it. I know too much now to ever really get that life back back.