The room reeks of cigarette smoke, sweat and beer. I do not know for how long I have been here, but a small burst of sun is entering the room through a gap in the curtains. The beat seems never ending, and keeps pounding like a hammer that just won’t stop. I take a look at the clock. Almost 07.30 in the morning.
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