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Diaries of MJ.
This one was taken via friend's smartphone.
My friends and me had a night of breathing in the grungy, smoky, rainy Tel Aviv - deep into the lungs. We discovered an underground club underneath the post office building, which name was... well, "Tahat", that literally may be translated as "below" or "arse". The place had rough illumination, deep basses and unignorable Berlinian aftertaste. Even the club's logo pictured a silhouette of Berlin TV tower.
We stumbled upon mannequins, masks, and movie screenshots of creepy children and serial killers in every corner of the darkness, and here I found my Valentine candidate for a Spidey kiss.
017/365
Diaries of MJ.
This one was taken via friend's smartphone.
My friends and me had a night of breathing in the grungy, smoky, rainy Tel Aviv - deep into the lungs. We discovered an underground club underneath the post office building, which name was... well, "Tahat", that literally may be translated as "below" or "arse". The place had rough illumination, deep basses and unignorable Berlinian aftertaste. Even the club's logo pictured a silhouette of Berlin TV tower.
We stumbled upon mannequins, masks, and movie screenshots of creepy children and serial killers in every corner of the darkness, and here I found my Valentine candidate for a Spidey kiss.