Take a song and run with it creatively.
The setting was 1925, London. He tipped his fedora, at a lady who danced like fine wine, across the street. Her shiny heels made love with the cobblestone as the rain above her drowned the city. Carriages drawn by horses, smokers and shoe shiners, but most importantly, the man who watched above it all- standing in a window just a couple stories up. A hole in the wall hotel with stale bread and wooden shutters, served as the look out tower that cradled many strangers, always left empty, and the next one to come just as curious.
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