Drab Resoundings

The air hung thick laden by the smell of stale cigarettes. Faded posters plastered against the damp walls murmured promises of escape. A lone figure slumped against the bar, a glass clutched in their hand. The noise was deafening, a discordant mashup of bass. But beneath it all, a grungy echo linger
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