Reno

I once heard that strangers who wandered into SodomWere robbed, beaten, sometimes raped, and then cast out.I'm not sure if that's completely true, but if so,No wonder such a city met with fire from the skies.I once heard from a homeless person That the hardest city to survive inWas the second-largest cityIn the state that makes its livingFrom gambling and prostitution.Lure them in, take their virtue and their money,Leave them broken, then spit them out,Chase them away, from the sight of thoseWho make their living on the process.And I can't help but think that fire waitsTo pour itself down on such a place.