Chapter 119: A Bunch Of Lowlives

"What took you so long? I've been practically waiting here for hours!" Clara whirled upon Marcel as soon as he made it into the street. Her face was flush and she was boiling with anger.

Her heels were beginning to hurt her for going around in it and standing for a long time. Clara would have gone back to the car if she could, however, it was packed quite far from here due to the unpleasant nature of the road.

The roads here are crumbling because they are poorly maintained and in a state of disrepair. Thanks to that, the potholes are numerous, leading drivers to swerve around them, putting themselves and those in other vehicles at risk. No, some of the section 

have deteriorated so badly they are impassable

Gosh, people that live here must be animals! A normal person wouldn't be able to endure this level of hardship, claimed Clara, the princess. 

Note the sarcasm.