The Poetry Brothel: Dead City

The city trembles, its pulse muted beneath glass towers and sanctioned silence. The streets once thrummed with unruly song, but now grassroots gatherings fade like chalk washed from stone. Yet in the cracks, something stirs. A whisper. A spark refusing to die.

The ballroom doors creak open, and the air shivers with electricity. Here, the forgotten rise, not as ghosts, but as flames.
Inspired by the forbidden Bal des Folles, where those caged in asylums were once paraded for the amusement of the Parisian elite, we reclaim the spectacle: not as cruelty, but as revolt. Masks become weapons. Costumes become truth. Laughter becomes riot.

In this dream of disobedience, we speak in poetry, prophecy, and wildfire.

This is a night where performance becomes uprising, where poetry slips between lips like a secret code, where intimacy becomes a weapon against erasure. The past and present rebels dance together, shaking the dust from a city that forgot how to feel.

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