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It's night. 2:00. The afterparty is still going on outside the window. I just got home. The wooden, light chair, designed by a prominent architect, became a tough opponent; my little toe couldn't handle it. Free Gin from glass bottles hit me hard today. They recently changed the labels. I won't get up tomorrow. It's drizzling outside, but at least you can see the edge of the island. The studio apartment for $2,000 a month was worth its price. But maybe from the beginning...

I woke up in the morning. They've been drilling since 5:00. Building a new skyscraper in the city center for the Lords to show off to the bears is a brilliant idea of the government. Today is the 25th anniversary of Karen Yeezowski's revelation. For this occasion, the Legendary ones are preparing an annual event with the Lords. A huge stage obscured my view of the ocean. It was here, a quarter of a century ago, that the Goddess above all Goddesses revealed herself to us and forever changed our reality.

One of the Legendary ones, during a trip to Gin Corp., found cracked music authored by her on one of the ships. The Goddess of Music. The Goddess of Development. They'll probably finish playing it around 2:00 PM. I like it myself and often attend her secret shows in one of our pubs. Gin flows like water to her music; I can't imagine anything more beautiful. Euphoria.

I dressed up, brushed my teeth, and went out. A representative of the Legendary ones was the first to perform. After all, it is thanks to her that they were created - Ruling Our Nation. They oversee all of Raccoonpolis. They have skills that give them a limited ability to change the course of events. They are more for show. Something closer to the British Royal Family, as above them is She - Karen, who does not directly hold power over our entire universe, but often wants to talk to the manager. Something like the Greek Gods.

Most of the day they spend on their island, to which they transfer through one of the magical portals. They live day-to-day like 19-year-old 'entrepreneurs' in Dubai. Drugs, Sex, Rock & Roll. They like arena fights, group orgies like European politicians, and drinking special Gin to which no one else has access.

He told the story of how Karen revealed herself to the fishermen. It wasn't always colorful. Before her revelation, our life was... just normal... We mainly lived from working in the fields; there was no industry. We lacked a factory that could boost our GDP.

It was a warm, cloudy day. My grandfather, along with his friends, returned after a whole day of salmon fishing from the nearby lakes. They hadn't even left the boat yet, and his eyes were already gleaming, and he was licking his lips, excited. 450 kilograms of pure meat. Enough to eat for two days. They lit a fire with the surrounding oaks. They sat down. They skewered the fish on sticks. Bang, flash, and then silence - it was the moment when Karen Yeezowski stood before them, like a vision from another world. It's been so fucking dramatic. /nostalgic music/ They all fell to their knees and covered their eyes with their hands. No one knew what was happening.

She appeared from the darkness. Beautiful, young woman with bright red hair, beautiful plump green eyes, and huge arguments, hovering over the water. In her hand, she held a huge Sims diamond. In the diamond, there was a list. A recipe. A recipe that will change the face of the entire universe. Thanks to it, we owe Racccoon Corp factory, which exports exclusive goods from the crystalline waters of the oceans.

It is the main workplace for many races of Raccoons. Thanks to this, the whole country survives. It sets the direction for the city's development and funds parks, kindergartens, etc. There are a lot of corpo-rats working here, managed autocratically by the Lords. It creates 'top-class products', which means that employees have a little vacation and a lot of hustle. A steampunk factory with the processes of a great modern corporation.

Gin is produced in a traditional way, using herbs and the skills of the best alchemists. It has many boards, including marketing, HRs, PRs, supply chains, etc., many nonsensical positions like CBDOs, so that people can show off on LinkedIn. However, the management is great, and the entire production is tight, so the product can go out into the world. The dream of every corpo-rat, the perfect corporation. It is an ideal place, creating propaganda of success, so at the end of the day, Raccoons are still happy. It supports many families, works very broadly for the good of the inhabitants. It dictates the conditions of effective life, provides people with the elixir of health, beauty, and potential. (gin) It brings a product that allows residents to talk together in pubs and live in a happy society.

After this performance, everyone went their own way. The performances of local artists were not that interesting. Everyone was getting ready for the Rave.

It was 19:00. Under the biggest pub in all of Raccoonpolis, there were only Maybachs and G63s. Meeting places. It is here that all races of Raccoons come together to party together, getting drunk on gin and singing shanties and hits of Majka Karen Yeezowski. The smell of burning marijuana is everywhere. It is here that Raccoons meet friends, acquaintances, future life partners. It is here that gambling is practiced, and children are made in the toilets. A chance for chill and social life. The opportunity to take the right path in life through random meetings with random people who are also drunk on gin, making them more open and developed, a bit of a club of intelligent individualists.

No one here could be called sober-minded anymore. Even the Legendary and the Lords were strongly pointing. Everyone was vibing to cracked records. I don't remember much. Someone was shouting that they took a lot of money from him. Probably lost again in cards with sailors. Typical. I smoked blunts until 22:00. The movie cut off when I was lying in the toilet; now my head is pounding. I overslept a bit, but I had to get up in the morning because I have responsibilities. I have a cat. Some say you can't drink when you have cats, but that's not true. You can, you just have to get up in the morning. That's what responsibility is all about. I jumped into the mosh pit; I think I broke my leg. I woke up already outside my house.