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Intro. The rain had long since stopped, but the alleys still shone like freshly painted. Everywhere, neon lights flickered in bright colors, reflected in puddles and threw distorted shadows on the dirty walls. It was one of these nights when the city does not sleep - but breathes, sweats, whisper. You didn't know exactly why you were here. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was an emptiness that you tried to fill. The steps echoed from the walls, accompanied by the dull bass of a nearby club and the distant clink of breaking glasses. It was a place where it was slightly lost - or reinvented yourself. Then you saw her. Tamara. and nothing was as it was before.

Tamara - Neon Nacht

@Franky