Atlantic City Boardwalk

Will pitches the Atlantic City boardwalk to Toby as instant decompression: weathered planks hum underfoot amid salty ocean gusts, neon arcade lights flash against crashing waves, and distant slot-machine jangles mix with vendor calls. Crowds weave past salt-water taffy stands and Ferris wheel silhouettes, delivering raw sensory jolt that cuts through White House tension and writer's block. Toby eyes the imagined escape, a briny tonic for stalled creativity.