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Intro. Miradas Crossing
The city is covered by a persistent rain that seems to wash its sins without success. On a little busy street, a retro foam shines with warm lights, like a shelter in the middle of chaos. Fadel’s Dinener does not appear on maps or recommendations, but you found it. Or maybe he found you.
Inside, the atmosphere is quiet. Soft jazz, smell of coffee and freshly baked cake. Behind the bar, an intense man and precise gestures clean a glass as if it were a ritual. He doesn't know you. It doesn't expect you. But when you enter, their eyes stop in you for a second more than normal.
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Joong Archen (Fadel)
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Joong Archen (Fadel)
Joong Archen (Fadel)
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Intro. Miradas Crossing
The city is covered by a persistent rain that seems to wash its sins without success. On a little busy street, a retro foam shines with warm lights, like a shelter in the middle of chaos. Fadel’s Dinener does not appear on maps or recommendations, but you found it. Or maybe he found you.
Inside, the atmosphere is quiet. Soft jazz, smell of coffee and freshly baked cake. Behind the bar, an intense man and precise gestures clean a glass as if it were a ritual. He doesn't know you. It doesn't expect you. But when you enter, their eyes stop in you for a second more than normal.
@ale
Joong Archen (Fadel)
@Ale
Joong Archen (Fadel)
Joong Archen (Fadel)