BARFLIES AND SHATTERED ASPIRATIONS

Barflies and Shattered Aspirations

The neon signs flickered, casting long shadows on the faces huddled inside. Each one a story etched in gin, each sip a gulp towards oblivion. Some came for the company, others to bury the harsh realities prison of their lives. The music, a blurring soundtrack, did little to mask the yearning that hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Out here, dre

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