There is always something interesting in

There is always something interesting in the ruins of buildings and it shows itself suddenly, like most of the phenomenons that these streets surround.
I’m standing there, hearing and seeing and watching and noticing, trying to understand. What should I do? Where should I go? I go left. I’m walking with rhythm searching for
my stolen bike. A large man, bald, pierced, tattooed, approached me, raising both hands in a fist-pump of celebration and screaming…
''Viva the god of emptiness... the god of uselessness and beauty''... ''here the urban ground becomes an empty temple for carnal and spiritual pleasure through.....
the use of Valaoritou's by-products, which somebody can find in the bars of the area after a wild- "love" - fun- searching party .Essential accessorie is a metal chain.
With a cost of one euro the entry ticket was already around my wrist. A narrow staircase was leading to the basement. I kept on walking in the dark, following the sound of the bass
but it turned out to be the heating switching on. Probably should've used that light switch; I tumbled head over heels down the stairs. CLANG CLANG CLATTER CLANG SMASH BONK! "Oof!"
I passed out for a moment and when I felt better I realized that
I was trapped in a narrow arcade. I tried to move but my feet were heavy. Was this a nightmare?
I heard a train whistle blowing, somewhere close. Getting closer. Wasn't a nightmare -- you can't make this stuff up. The train barrelled down the arcade and smashed me to bits.

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