This was light years from the life she had left behind her in Trenton, something Danielle frequently wondered at (and very happily so). This was a fantasy city, a melting pot, a twenty-four hour a day non-stop carnival whose characters lived up to all the cliches of shallowness she had heard of the place, and was what had drawn her. All the obsessed, those seeking fame, illusion, beauty, and the wantonness of that beauty, plastic tits, tans, paparazzi, Paris Hilton, celebrities, faux celebrities and more. .....