Bella Leveque’s squat was in a semi abandoned condo tower down by the beach or what used to be the beach. The shoreline had been taken over by tent camps and was now surrounded by a kind of slurry of plastic waste, human leavings and detritus.
A lot of the condo squatters either couldn't afford rent or were newcomers, sketchy enough to just disappear to hide from immigration. So they lived where sheriffs wouldn’t kick them out. And where they couldn’t be found.
“It’s money,” Bella Leveque said, “no one has any” she had said, before they arrived.
Girls were sprawled around the place mostly on their mobiles with one ripping up cardboard and stuffing it into large garbage bags. There seemed to be a big jumble of large black and yellow shopping bags crammed into a corner near the kitchen.
Bella Leveque had told him her roommates that had been hired as location activists. Or so they said. Morton was struck by the common libidinous lipstick, xtreme eye lash extensions, gym clothing and a don’t give a fuck look.
Morton took a deep breathe and asked “so what do you guys do?’ He was intimidated.
One girl uncoiled herself from her phone, looked at him disdainfully and said “we fuck businesses up.”
“Like .. what?’
“Like today we go to their location and hand out free shopping bags saying their product is illegal - like “dog food is cannibalism”, or “there’s cancer in their ice cream.” And people grab the bags and carry them around the store, and then out the store. People love free stuff.
“We, she said waving her arm to the girls sprawled on the sofa, “do capitalism.”
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Is this fictional? If not, what is the location?