Cam’el pressed the phone to accept the ride request. Driving on the South side was surreal, miles of nearly deserted streets lined with birch, olive, pine, willow and perfectly manicured lawns, even under drought restriction.  The ornate wrought iron gate swung open and two bedazzled teenagers awaited on the curb.
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As the fairy and shirtless boy with tiara loaded in, Cam’el made a note to gather up their glitter trail. A rider once joked about the quantity of silver dust in every Rideshare, later docking him 3 stars because of it. Destination, LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL, a local music festival at the racetrack. The newbies made Cam’el feel a bit old, reaching for his aux cable so starboy could stream his phone.
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As they rounded Steward Avenue, the car ran underneath a canopy of bright bulbs. Just then John Waters exited the El Cortez hotel, stepping into a bath of evening sunrays that pierced everyone and everything.  He turned to catch Cam’el's car gliding by, a triune of shimmering creatures headed toward a rave.  A soloist on the radio blared, “Be-loved!”