purple night
He comes to Les Bains in a limo. The rumors precede him. Crowds outside, just as crowded inside. He has dinner, no rush, then goes down to the club, leaving a strong trail of heady perfume. Tuberose, patchouli and mandarin. He climbs on stage. For fun and for free. For the pleasure. For the club. For those who happened to be there. A concert! Total magic. It is raining sounds, colors, scents.
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