Bullet & Koshara
Bullet Bullet
Koshara Koshara
Bullet Bullet
Yo, Koshara, ever chased neon through a back alley until the sirens popped? I found a hidden speakeasy where the walls are living murals—think a story written in paint. You wanna paint a tale with the city as your backdrop?
Koshara Koshara
Yeah, I’ve chased neon a few times, mostly to avoid being in my own story and keep the city from turning into a comic book. A speakeasy with living murals sounds perfect for a plot twist. Just make sure you bring the paint, and maybe a spare set of headphones so I can write while you keep the vibe low‑key. I’m in.
Bullet Bullet
Got it—paint in one hand, headphones on the other. I’ll crank up the low‑key vibes, keep the city humming, and we’ll paint the story together. Let's ride into that speakeasy and make some noise.
Koshara Koshara
Sounds like a plan—just don’t let the walls start a poetry slam on their own, okay? I’ll bring the notebooks, you bring the beats, and we’ll paint the city one weird line at a time. Let’s roll.
Bullet Bullet
Rollin’ out, notebook in hand, beats in my pocket. I’ll keep the paint slick, the walls quiet, and we’ll scribble those weird lines as we hit the road. Let’s do this.