The lyric drifted from the rappers lips across the night club floor swirling round the swaying sweating bodies ………a mezclar of cigarette smoke and serenity….
A caged dancer suspended from a corner of the ceiling …sequined..gyrating..a thumping beat fuelling her movement, attempting to lock eyes and enjoying only limited success…
In contrast to this moving tide of humanity, the stuffed security mannequins swept their vision to all points strobe like …………..searching out difficulty real or imagined …
It was night time amongst the young maxorata ……
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