Last night was amazing. I developed a Spanish accent and danced the night away with a Swedish cutie.
When I left the dance floor we didn’t exchange numbers. It was simple and clean.
Everyone was wearing beautifully fitted suits, and the dj was playing the most current in EDM.
I’d forgotten this kind of life existed. A facade, something that isn’t real.
Something that can live on in my memories as sweet nostalgia.
Home.
RISE UP CHILDREN OF THE SKYY.
I AM RETURNING HOME.
“There’s a snake in my bed and I’m wondering if I can dance with snakes.”
“Adonis texted, he says he want’s to play.”
“PLEASE DON’T GET BORED OF ME”
““Peder, August, Romao, Bryatt, Adonis, Alex, Giovanni, Kimba.”
“The man from Bartini, he chased me down. Turned me into a house cat. (Male.)”
“He was a womanizer but I got a photo with him and that’s all that matters.”
TWO LOVERS. Looking at each other from across the room.
San Gennaro Feast - Las Vegas, NV
My dad works in the red buildings. And soon, I’ll be working down the street from him.
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Some people say they found her on the dance floor, lover by her side and a martini in her hand. Nobody from the Vegas o the past remains to tell us who she used to be, but for now they call her Ashley Vegas. 