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“This is like the opposite of fresh air,” Orosa said as they climbed down the stairs to a danky sub-basement. She was going with her back straight, unlike Aura who had to bow to avoid banging her head. Aura had convinced her to take off her rider gear, so she was in her denim shorts and yellow t-shirt.
The atmosphere was tangible, thick smells and alcohol. Warm body odours to the edge of discomfort, cigar smoke, hashish smoke and the distinctive smell of too much cheap women’s perfume. Cheap in both aspects. Greek music was heard, a solo performer singing and playing the violin.
Aura got off the last step and breathed in deep, spreading her arms.
“Wow, I didn’t know you were that sicko,” Orosa said looking around in the dimly lit room.
A balding fat man charged t
