Fortune

Like most denizens of Hong Kong, you're not a girl who can live on skylines alone. To live in Hong Kong is to taste something in the air, a flavor that inhabits the alleys, streets, and corridors of the Central Business District.

It's the desire for more - not just enough, or what is adequate - but the most to be had. This is a city famous for its rapid acquisition of wealth and influence, as if Fortune herself shot it from a slingshot out of its fishing village genesis and into the forefront of history.

Lady Fortune is beckoned still.

Light your prayer stick, your incense. Seek out the geomancer's advice on the best arrangement for your furniture - her fee is well worth the prosperity that will surely follow.

The stakes are high here, and they move at the speed of life. In Happy Valley, horses race, and bets are made; try to pick the winner, the one who looks strong and fast, as a champion should. Inhabit this moment when anything is possible, when your life could change because you just happened to lasso your wagon to a one thousand, two hundred pound animal galloping down a brightly lit track in the valley of happiness. In five seconds, it will all be over. There will be winners and losers, with hecklers cackling at both. In three seconds, your life could change.

Or not.

And isn't that just like life?

Those high stakes could be a stake through your heart.