Classic cars roar down its main roads, customized with decorations you might find on a medicine man’s voodoo stick – skulls, chains of charms and bright feathers adorn these sleek chrome masterpieces. They might spoil the aerodynamic design but they display the drivers status – how they are regarded by society or on the mean streets.
Off its main roads, the streets fracture into a labyrinth of sweaty, often overgrown, back alleys, many too narrow or uneven for cars. Exotic and colorful plants grow through the paving stones and determined vines cling to the poorer buildings as though they were trying to drag the city back into the swamp. These densely populated backstreets hide all manner of crime and corruption.