There is either a techno prisoner or a techno bitch in everyone of us. The techno prisoner loves rock 'n roll, but goes to the disco, even though he hates techno shit, to hunt the techno bitch. But she's the real hunter: she's a goddess, she's the master, she's always the winner. The techno bitch has the power to annihilate the techno prisoner's rationality: his personality, his style, all of his values and interests, become nothing in front of her irresistible, otherwordly beauty. All he wants is to put his neck in her leash.

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