“Your brain goes on break, you let your body follow the rhythm”

It is midnight, lukewarm air slides gently on the skin in the Villette park, in the 19th^e District of Paris. For example, The Mia Mao club opens up to night travelers. Similarly, In the queue that winds along the Ourcq canal. However, fifty shades of black: bras under tensions, a leather microshort, another with sausage straps sausage the thighs, or even a transparent lace combination that one would think they were sewn in the skin of its owner, black adhesive tape on the nipples and sex concealed under a thong. Furthermore, Only a Pikachu backpack has lost the techno dress code.

Yellow and purple beams pierce the pupils, as soon as entering the premises. Consequently, The ears stand, seized by frantic rhythms. Furthermore, Some 1. 500 teufeurs – as many women as men – “your brain goes break, you nod in unison with the Restricted DJ, tempo flirting with the 150 beats per minute. Average age? Twenty-five years, like wish. “This kind of evening is more than an outing. it’s a time when you reconnect to nothing other than sound, Preaching the clubbeur, behind his dark glasses. Your brain goes on break, you let your body follow the rhythm. You dance alone. in “crew” [bande]whatever, we are all there to love together, in a space where everyone can be themselves. »»

For the management controller of Saint-Germain-lès-Arpajon (Essonne). it is baptism evening in this old warehouse of leather skins converted into a temple of electronic music. Raw concrete over 3,000 square meters and the “No photo, no video” For creed. Any resemblance to the Berghain. the Berlin patron saint sanctuarized in an ex-electric power, is nothing fortuitous, the parentage is fully assumed.

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