7 Feb 2022

Ask me about the blue rooms. Dunk me into the pastel alleyways drunk on dispersed neon. Paint me a good-looking photo and I will conjure the emotion, enough to draw you in (sweetly pat the soft suede fabric) but not to threaten.

On a dark city street, a person’s silhouette passes in front of a white brick building, bathed in orange and white and blue light. A yellow light radiates from the center of the photo and reflects on the wet street.

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