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Flower Lounge (3B) -- Hellhole (part two)
As I worry about security and safety in HongKong's worst hellhole, more guards show up. Don’t know how many. The silence tells me there are more than one. Unlike the duty officer, their steps are light, purposeful, and ominous.
Without a word, the gate is opened.
Without a word, they leave.
Quietness resumes, punctuated by caterwauling, humans snoring, and the roaring of my internal furnace stoked up afresh by volatile adrenalin and dark energy.
James Tam
Jun 2217 min read
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