The bar in the East End.
Under the dim light and smoke, a group of drunken men and women were having fun.
There might be a problem with the sound system here, as the noisy voices almost drowned out the music. In a sense, this was a good thing, because the bar owner's terrible taste in music was hard to compliment.
And the smell here was even worse than the one on the street ...
The vomit and other filth on the floor had never been cleaned. Bottles of fake wine went down the male guests 'throats, and then the disgusting smell of alcohol came out of every pore of their bodies.
As for the female customers ... Or rather, the women who "worked" here, their low-quality perfume was mixed with body odor, which was another disgusting experience.
In such an environment, a man in a long purple suit sat quietly at the bar counter.
