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The music is sick! This guy’s a genius Always trust Gaëlle When they first saw him, everyone thought who is this ageing freak, then he hooks up his iPod – the man’s a fucking God – it’s like holy water in your ears The Klipsch speakers are pumping out Rod Stewart – this guy is fucking crazy, he’ll play anything, but it works He’s the Nadia Comăneci of the playlist After tonight, he’s going to be Kiko’s DJ in residence Red Bull and fat rails of coke, clusters of girls start to show up They’re tipsy, slutty, up for it – just the way we like them after dark Some dickwad throws up over the pot plants Kiko grabs the guy’s shoulder and spits in his ear ‘get the fuck out of my house, go on, fuck off’, the guy is mumbling something but Kiko shoves him towards the door, he’s not listening He hates losers who can’t hold their drink A diaphanous blonde, all skin and bones, is tottering on a pair of heels She looks like she’s walking on a tightrope Her shoulder blades stick out, he feels the urge to shatter a bone Neurons fried For a second he considers clambering over the terrace rail and jumping Just for the buzzkill This morning when he got up, Kiko said to himself: tonight I’m gonna be chilled He needs rest,