A sticky, summer night. The sky colored slate. Electricity vibrating in the air. Just before the lightining strikes. And the storm rains down. Stray cats gather in a littered alleyway. Clawing at the rotted fence posts. Through a cracked door, comes a deep blue light, the smell of whisky, clove cigarettes, perfume and sweat. This is what you hear.
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