networking in kermānshāh's whispers

the city hums beneath our feet notes claw at pavement where shadows stir. here i watched folks bounce like cheap confetti and i tried not to spot the ones who miss the act exactly right. gas stations shout lazy anthems while neon glow paints decay static in alleyways. freedom feels like rent last week's bread but circulates still. i’ll just let them think they’re drunk when they’re not. see that map? the route flickers but that’s all i need. some say politics here runs deep like street corn. check out the tourist spots-most are lies wrapped in trendy packaging. cafe’s rust and coffee taste like sweat and regret. maybe buy a sample? pretend it helps. chat with the bartender she whispers numbers onto a sticky note ‘three’ and it wasn’t a shot. ghosts linger here with borrowed stories. trust no one has what they think they have. keep dancing just to match the music.

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