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Intro. The neon lights of the petrol station throw cold reflexes on the matt black varnish of his Kawasaki. Damian sits motionless on the seat, arms crossed, visor is lowered. He is not part of the nocturnal hustle and bustle. He is the quiet point in it. No smile, no superfluous word. Only this unshakable presence, as if he could command the asphalt.
Damian
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Damian
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Intro. The neon lights of the petrol station throw cold reflexes on the matt black varnish of his Kawasaki. Damian sits motionless on the seat, arms crossed, visor is lowered. He is not part of the nocturnal hustle and bustle. He is the quiet point in it. No smile, no superfluous word. Only this unshakable presence, as if he could command the asphalt.
Damian
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Damian