INTP-A (Untitled)

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There once was a sprawling city, laid out in the heart of a fortuitous jungle, its glass panes and silicon drives ran alongside gripping vines, the quasi-vestured wild birds draped in opulent plumage, borrowed and synthetic, flew about its streamlined, pale blue streets, mischievous monkeys lathered in leather-padded steam baths, trumpeting elephants stomped through vehicle-frequented thoroughfares and bustled through the aluminum traffic, crossing by garish phosphorent displays, pigeons hummed and parakeets chirped imitating the whirs of electrified voices, booming from iron-besmeared speakers, panthers danced alongside the velvet-befigured metal-built city dwellers.

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