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Playlist: Video 20/67
Playlist: Video 20/67 High up on Penteli hill they watched as the city slept. In contrast with other cities in the world, Athens wasn’t an insomniac and did in fact, sleep. New York, when compared to the thirty-four centuries of Athens, was like a screaming baby refusing to go for nap time. Nope, Athens was an old lady, with deep features dug on her face and descendants who had passed on from myth to history. At the city centre you could make out the few skyscrapers that had appeared in alarmingly few years. They were no match at all compared to the forests of steel beasts in other megacities, but with the Greek Firesale and the mass-privatisation of the country the megacorps had rushed in to snatch their own piece of the pie. A piece in which they could do as they pleased, profit the on
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