we left the flat at 12.30am, having already made our way through a numerous variety of beers, wine and rum. on a mission possible, we strode towards town, looking for the nearest meat market, aka project nightclub.
marked on the way in, a black purple line on the inside of my left wrist, i was free to roam the area on the prowl.
hot house music greeted us as we pulled back the heavy leather curtains – so heavy that they blocked out all the hard beats from escaping this sweaty jungle. and we were plunged into strobe lights and shadows…
feverish bodies heaved to the rhythm – such a squeeze – then breakthrough: the bar.
eyeing the talent, we were pleased.
the night was yet young, and so are we…
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