Nar Shaddaa
Waking up every morning in a cramped, low-end, shitty apartment. Probably a studio. Likely no window. No gauge for night or day beyond a clock. Apartment is probably a mess, probably various power, water, and heating issues. Get dressed, go to work. Try not to die in mid-air collision. Sketchy slime-balls trying to sell you various things. Mentally ill people and drug addicts litter the streets and various cramped alleys/hallways. Perpetual nightlife. Widespread prostitution and drug abuse. In your free-time, spend the hours wasting away in lounges smoking pseudo-hookah, watching women (probably humanoid-trafficking victims) dance in forced displays of cold seduction, soft otherworldly fringe music setting an alien but relaxed tone. You have a favorite booth that sits parallel from the bar. The lounge is usually sparsely populated, though the bulk of patrons plant themselves at the central bar ogling the young pretty bar tender. The lounge itself is fairly spacey, opening up into a large circular room bathed in soft orange light. Booths line the walls with neon glowing tabletops dotting the floor for the dancers to occupy. Maybe you'll engage the other regulars in conversation from time to time. Usually you'll just unwind in solitude, relaxing after a tedious stressful day. Maybe you'll zone out on a mild dose of spice; exploring the depths of your mind in a cathartic psychosis.
As the morning hours come, you stumble onto your feet and make the barely lucid trip back home. You take in the lights and sounds of a hidden metropolis, zone out in the direction of a pretty girl sitting across from you on the public transit, maybe stop by a local vendor for a bit, and then end your day with a sigh before sprawling out onto your cold soft bed.
This seems very appealing to me.
Always wished I could go here
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kowloon_Walled_City