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a red room. jazz.

a red room. jazz. music. people chatting here and there. sitting at a table alone. unknown. my first night in san francisco. anonymity. everyone dressed up. i dont know a soul here. i met some people earlier today. but left them. i am artiste now. in a red room. a lady said it was once used for s&m. red. background noise of chatter. as a man sings and plays the dulcimer. as the next band sets up. i sit here. alone. unknown. red.


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