DRUNKEN DESIRES AND DEFEATED HOPES

The neon signs glowed, 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 temporary solace, others to bury the harsh realities of their lives. The music, a blurring soundtrack, did little to conceal the loneliness that hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Out here,