The senses are bombarded the moment you walk in the door.
Welcome to a world where everyone lives skin deep.
The air hangs thick here with the pungent stink of cigarettes and hair products.
A hoard of men crowd the bathroom mirrors.
It’s a struggle to see through the clouds of smoke.
They puff away while straightening their identical haircuts.
They’re rotting from the inside out.
You’ve stepped into a world of Dorian Grey’s.
It’s lonely here, enjoy yourself.