City of thieves

Once upon a time there was a city where theft was rife, in the shadows of the night, the inhabitants became cunning thieves, armed with lock picks and silent lanterns.

They would enter neighbouring dwellings, plundering relentlessly, only to return at dawn to find their homes empty and stripped of their precious treasures.

Curiously, this land lived in harmony, with no one harmed, a vicious cycle of theft was woven, with each taking their turn to plunder the other.

The latter, in turn, became the thief of the former, thus closing the endless circle.

In the midst of this strange reality, concord reigned, everyone accepted their role in this game of mutual theft, without resentment or grudges.

It was a dance of cunning and survival, where everyone became victim and victimizer at the same time.

In this city of thieves, the balance was held in a strange paradox, theft was the norm, but also the way of life.

No one felt aggrieved, for everyone was a participant in this game of shadows and trickery.

Thus, in this strange place, theft was a bond that united all its inhabitants.

There were no barriers or borders between them, only the constant exchange of stolen goods.

A strange coexistence that defied the laws and rules established in any other corner of the world.

In this city of thieves, morality vanished to give way to a life where theft was the daily bread.

And though it might seem like ruthless chaos, there was a strange beauty in this twisted harmony.

A weave of complicity and defiance that could only be understood by those who inhabited these lands.

P.S. Any resemblance to any real place is purely coincidental.