HOTCLUB DE FRANZ BY TENCLUB
Where the dim lights of Hotclub de Franz flicker and sway, Whispers and chuckles blend in a sultry ballet. In this realm of mischief, the night outshines the day.
With a saucy smirk and a sparkle in her eye, Svetlana whirls, where the shadows lie. A dazzling minx under the starlit sky.
The Baron, Herr Franz, a merry brute indeed, In a whirl of chuckles, he leads the festive creed. In his kaleidoscopic world, joy is sprouting of his seed.
In the twilight's embrace, they wander with flair, Clothed in nothing but moonbeams and air. Each step a sonnet, in the night's sultry affair.
Where piano keys dance under her command, Her silent wishes rule the musical land. Unspoken and yet, Lola wants, Lola gets.
In the humid depths of the techno cellar's heart, Sweat and beats meld, an inseparable art. Here, rhythm reigns supreme, a pulsating chart.
Stumbling home, under a chuckling moon, my heart dances in a tipsy tune. Streetlights wink as I zigzag with glee, the night's joy a whimsical memory.
SPECIAL THANK YOU TO
Bastiaan van Schaik / Marketing Director TENClub
Bobtijs Bruinsma / Membership Director TENTClub