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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

I'm searching for something that I can't reach {open}107.140.26.96Posted On October 26, 2016 at 6:27 PM by Johnathan Blake Holmes





Sad eyes, mouth full of white lies




State of the art? I don’t know about that… It looks more like a state of junk.” Blake grumbled into the palm of his hand as he squinted his eyes suspiciously at the computer screen. He was attempting to browse online for a new project but so far he hadn’t really found anything that spoke to him. He had completed his most recent task, restoring the vehicle taking up 90% of his garage, and had put it up on market earlier that day. He figured it would sell fairly quickly since everyone wanted an old muscle car, especially the ever sought after Mustang. Now, don’t get him wrong, he loved the muscle cars just as much as the next guy, but Blake always found it was more fun to tinker with them than actually drive them. In fact, he just wanted to tinker with everything. It seemed as soon as he ran out of things to tinker with, the item would go up for sale or lay forgotten on a shelf somewhere. Perhaps that was why his house seemed in a constant state of repairs and renovations. Too bad he couldn’t stay focused on one project which is why his guest bathroom sat in a state of disrepair, waiting ever so patiently for him to reinstall walls and flooring after he shifted the plumbing in his shower.

Closing the top of his laptop, Blake blinked a couple of times to allow his eyes to adjust to the room’s dim light. He had grown increasingly restless this last week, unsatisfied with his employment and projects at home. He wasn’t sure what he searching for but he felt like he was just in a state of constant searching. Too bad he didn’t have any direction or outlet for his built up energy. He wanted to quit his job, however he wasn’t willing to risk his parents’ wrath. They were already frustrated he refused to return to college and couldn’t seem to hold a steady job. Or rather wouldn’t stay with a steady job. He was currently working at a firm as their IT professional but the position was dull. He spent most of his day absently staring at the wall or throwing pencils at the ceiling.

Blake got up, pulling a shirt that smelled close enough to clean on and heading out the door. Where was he going? Not a clue. He just had to get out of the house. It was stifling. Things had been dull in general, in his opinion. He hadn’t gone out much with any friends, hadn’t gone on any dates, hadn’t had any random one-nighters, crazy parties (or parties in general), and his odd little sister-like-person had vanished into thin air. His life, he dare say it, had become boring as shit.

His wanderings brought him to hesitate in front of the Inner Sanctum, a little café he had never once visited yet. With a brief shrug of “why the hell not”, Blake drifted inside to get something that wasn’t liquor. The apathy fled from his mood, face lighting up with almost a childish glee at the eclectic décor of the café and the wonderful smells of the coffee beans. He wasn’t the world’s biggest drinker of coffee but he did love the smell of it. He spotted an empty corner with a couple of chairs, making note to nab one, as he sauntered over to the counter to order a medium latte (he really just wants one for the latte art), a broad grin on his face. This might be his best choice of the day.




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