Luckaffe

It is Friday, 23:30; the working week is over; the weekend begins with this night! The club is full. Anyway, I know the bouncer. He always lets me and my boys in. Inside: dark light, swirling bass, party. And me? I belong here. I wear my white...

The strawberry yoghurt does not taste like real strawberries, the peach ice tea does not taste like real peaches. One associates flavours with the real model, but they rarely reach their model. Nevertheless, such industrially processed...