Bars and Broken Dreams

The neon signs flickered, casting long shadows on the forms huddled inside. Each one a tale etched in vodka, each sip a chug towards oblivion. Some came for the convivial atmosphere, others to bury the harsh realities of their lives. The music, a blurring soundtrack, did little to conceal the desper
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