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"the dunnies"
$85.00
the air hung thick with the ghosts of forgotten nights, the whispers of untold stories lingering on the fringes of dawn. you chased the phantom echo of a bassline through the wet streets, each step a further descent into the liminal space between then and now.
these were there, silently witnessing every broken promise and every fleeting connection. a sole worn thin by countless exits and entrances, a testament to the quiet chaos of a fading era.
filed under: last call for the lost generation.