FOUL-MOUTHED: ♥♥♥♥ it. Sell it all and live in this place. Get to know these people, who the ♥♥♥♥ cares about being a delivery boy? There’s a life to be lived here, in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cul-de-sac. At least it offers you something other than this wretched low-life you’ve been experiencing in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ job.

L’HOMME-KOMIqUE: Sir Stuart K. is not home. Too bad. He won’t see me coming. Behold. The advent of the courier, it shall commence. I’m Stuarting.

EMBELLISHED-BY-SENSES: These series of buildings feel like a warm embrace to your soul. It’s breathing something into you. Be a part of it. In every corner of this cul-de-sac, there is a souvenir to be found, a door to be opened. At least, until you deliver the box to the right person.

THE SPEAKEASY: This cul-de-sac is not for the fainthearted, but you feel like you could pry open the hearts of its residents, if you only play your cards right.

SCENT-OF-ROCOCO: You inadvertently feel as part of a pointillist landscape, where greenery breathes into the buildings cornered by one another in this cul-de-sac. Its residents, faceless imagery swarming around in the picture. You? Why not be a part of this pasture? Just for the night?

THINKING-MAN: This is a cul-de-sac, a specifically refurbished location, reserved only for its residents, which does not include you. Why are you here? What drives you to this place?