I Found 158

...I shall sidestep that inquiry and instead prese

I signed in fashionably late today, embracing the thrill of arriving just in time to ignite the night ðŸ˜. The weight of a grueling week on my shoulders urged me to seek solace in the embrace of a bottle or two, an elixir to quench my thirst and soothe my frazzled nerves. Amidst the cacophony of this vibrant space, I find solace. It's an unconventional sanctuary that sets my spirit free. As the indigenous brew cascades down my throat, I succumb to a few hours of blissful reverie, assuming the role of a self-proclaimed monarch. Yet, reality's relentless grip always finds its way back. Summer approaches, casting its fiery glow upon the blossoming spring. Complaints about the searing heat fall upon deaf ears, for my mother taught me the art of cherishing both the minuscule and the grand. And in this moment, credit is due where credit is earned

They say Shanghai remains elusive until one has graced the hallowed grounds of Found 158. Legends and whispers from the past conjure images of enchanting windows, Friday nights dripping with charm, and weekends radiating an ethereal glow within that petite haven. Alas, the locals may struggle to comprehend this sentiment, but foreigners, ah, they possess a vivid understanding of the tale I spin today. When cultural shock and life's battles weigh heavily upon weary shoulders, Found 158 emerges as a sanctuary, reminding us that we are not alone on this tumultuous journey.

But why did I venture here, you may ask? I shall sidestep that inquiry and instead present you with the reasons that lure others to this mystical place. As the name implies, some wander into these quarters in search of self-discovery. Quirky, perhaps, but I swear there's an inexplicable sweetness in the libations they consume ðŸ¤. Fear not, misinterpret me not, for I do not claim the title of an aficionado of spirits. Yet, as I mentioned earlier, indulging in one for the road bears no shame. After all, they say concoctions found within these walls possess the power to appease even the most tempestuous of stomachs. No, I do not imply that I'm "driving" in that sense; my health remains intact, a blessing I hold dear.

A motley crew from diverse backgrounds meanders through these halls, their presence akin to an intricate dance. Loitering, some may argue, but let me clarify, dear readers, that I maintain the utmost decorum. To be unequivocal, my interests lie solely in the observation of the fairer sex, women who captivate with their allure. Admittedly, not all who grace this space possess such qualities, but after a tiresome week, who could resist revitalizing their weary eyes and rekindling their appreciation for the beauty bestowed upon us by the divine?

Allow me to retain my anonymity, for it is of paramount importance. With that said, let me reiterate that my purpose for stepping foot in this palace is not to ogle at ample derrieres or alluring bosoms. No! I am here to dance until my limbs ache, casting off the fatigue accumulated throughout the week. Ironically, when it comes to dancing, I must confess my lack of prowess. I often jest with friends, claiming to possess a pair of left feet. Yet, rest assured, when the rhythm takes hold, my body sways, and that, my friends, is what truly matters.

A myriad of clubs tempt visitors with their allure. Cyclo, Ninja, and Bai, just to name a few. Each vies for attention, competing volumes of diverse musical genres pulsating through their walls. If you find yourself a stranger to these realms, the initial chaos may bewilder you. However, Cyclo stands as an enigmatic magnet, drawing a particular group into its pulsating heart. Intrigued, I venture forth to experience the symphony of beats. It's an intoxicating blend of melodies, mingling with the aroma of cigars, the wisps of vape, the intoxicating libations, and the tantalizing scent of cooked delicacies. Amidst this sensory symphony, expensive fragrances such as Dior mingle with the natural, earthy scents, rekindling both the eyes and the mind. And yes, it occasionally serves as a gateway to fleeting passions, those ephemeral dalliances that materialize under the moon's beguiling gaze. For the fortunate few, an invitation to weddings may grace their path, allowing them to savor delectable cake and empty their pockets like never before.

As I reflect upon the years spent within these walls, a sense of contentment washes over me. The shackles of COVID restrictions have finally been cast aside, and a smile dances upon my lips. Six years without returning home were no easy feat, and now I find myself yearning for distance, seeking solace far from this newly "found" home - Found 158

thePromise (2023)