FreundInnen zum Pferdestehlen

The moon was shining bright, a bale of straw blew past the office. Soon Is. After work. And that's when you could feel it, the energy of the friends who came together to gallop into the pony farm together. They tore open the door with force and radiated presence. They drank whiskey, took off their sheriff star and let the music ring out. They gave in to the bass and the people on the dark dance floor. A quiet, dark night on the prairie turned into a shrill, dazzling party at the pony farm. And if they didn't become horses, they're still dancing today...

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🚪Admission:

5€

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