“For the bravest in the group. Exit Flow from the back.”
“We’ve found it. It is insane.”
“This is the best thing I’ve ever done.”
The WhatsApp messages came through thick and fast. Then, a video of pitch darkness, rising steam just visible, festoon lights swaying in the wind. The unmistakable trill of “Bohemian Rhapsody” bleated out by drunken strangers.
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