Satan Said Dance

A club in a 4-story house, which used to be a city hospital in the 80s. The parties here are said to be spectacular. Objectively speaking, it reeks of death and isoleucine. It's a birthday party for a newborn daughter of a popularphotographer. The mother came straight from the hospital, with a cotton tampon in her exhausted yet proud pussy, wearinglow-crotch pants, just in case. Still in pain, but with a halo of the holiest, immaculate virgin, she comes up to Dexter Adaggio.

Dexter Adaggio looks like a fallen Jesus on a cocaine high. He's got long, dark hair and a black jacket with “Satan said dance” painted on it. Some men look like they fell from the sky just for a short while. They're still a little bruised, a little dazed. They are the ones women want the most, the ones women remove the hair from the butts for. These guys don't leave their snow white sperm in earthly pussies. They can't impregnate any girl, or else they'll never go back where they came from.n'n

The projector shows old pictures by the mother-photographer, from before the pregnancy, when she was just a photographer with a selfish uterus. The same girl shows up in many pictures. A whitehaired angel with devilish eyes. Jagoda is a queen of Warsaw' trash pop scene, a fashion designer and a poet. She and Dexter Adaggio form a duet, the critics call it a punk comeback to the sound of Atari 500 and the dirt of the age of disco which, together with the singer's high squeals, is like a feverish headache. Maybe that's why, apart from Warsaw, they're also quite popular in Asia.