Atlantic-City: Downs Echelons

'Alternative' Earth-culture hero, Mr. Amlan Satan, finds 'dash' in Boardwalk-Town for the great Baroness Ion for partials in romance, diamonds, corruption, and a damsel.

Atlantic City underworld psyche portrait/fiction. Thanks for reading, 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've found much blood-diamond intercept work (masked!).

BARONESS ION: My invitation to you concerns a retreat to Atlantic-City for arts.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You'd like me to play your hand at public gems-cards games?

BARONESS ION: If we can blend our underground visages, we'll make for romance!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Promises of finding me a 'mail-order-bride' for your Empire.

BARONESS ION: I think if you're part of my card-game, my social media spikes.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I guess I can offer the 'great' Baroness a James Bond profile.

BARONESS ION: Facebook-like, post-Halloween, Mr. Bond (ha).

Amlan, Slovak-Algerian underground 'James Bond' type for work with blood-diamonds transports intercepts and storages-heists for insurance-integrity 'hyperbole-deeds' in the new Earth of commerce-secured inter-national exchanges language(s) of securities for peace, was invited to Atlantic City, that 'iconic' Boardwalk-Town of things of un-wind and chance images of risk/fortune for capitalist orientation arrows of Earth. The 'great' Baroness Ion, somewhat immersed in diamonds-market underground language(s) and invested in sifting through 'rogue' finances that made cooler-walls between pirates and terrorists in the Western world, wanted Mr. Satan ('James Bond') to be part of her 'cool' post-Halloween Boardwalk-Town gems-tied card-games for public social media 'prestige' talk for dark energy medicine (ok). Was this Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty)?

BARONESS ION: What did you make of Ezzy, the hotel house-maid, Mr. Bond?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hey, stop referencing James Bond for my gems-Hell, Baroness.

BARONESS ION: Why'd you want to swap my diamonds for yours from Antwerp?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I want to retire to Brussels with public-sheets of marketing!

BARONESS ION: You ain't tryin' to use the 'great' Baroness for gems-exchange art.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe I'm loving Ezzy; she's perfect; but you're the Devil, lady.

BARONESS ION: Atlantic City is Earth's 'game'-core, Mr. Bond...I'm just Magdalene.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hey, I'm more Christian than you'll ever be, lady...Selfie-like.

BARONESS ION: Don't let me down, lest I bloody-murder your heart (Ezzy).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

Amlan/Ezzy made it to Brussels to retire and manage waffle-eats dive dreams; and they left-behind the 'great' Baroness Ion, back in Boardwalk-Town, with special diamonds-ads links to Super Bowl TV-ad culture to paint her as an 'alternative' gems-market monarch-Queen of things questioned. After all, all Amlan Satan ('James Bond') cared about now was the cinema-Earth culture 'link' between football...and Christianity. That's what Ezzy (his Rapunzel) appreciated about him (and Atlantic City) the most now (ok).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)