The prompt looks similar to my own town, so I took things from there (we're mostly well behaved) but I'm referring to street night life in towns all over.
'Come unto me', the borough sighs,
amid the air its streets supplies
Offering a multitude
of promises, the night exudes
Cobbles making ankles twist,
shines sequins dresses through the mist
Ladies dominate the clubs
and smirks at all the men she snubs
Venues oozing pitchy beats
while skin and speakers overheat
Euphoric verse from local bands
as strangers hold each other's hands
A blind spot found to consummate
that pent up vibe hormones equate
No safety sake and such like sins
watched over by store mannequins
Alternate night life rarely sought,
where armies ran and soldiers fought
Replaced by battles outside bars,
the rush of trains and midnight cars
Homeward boundings of the younger
slaves to mashed heads and false hunger
Statue crowned with traffic cone
whose iron heart has turned to stone
Unmarked cop cars cruise along
preserving peace and drunken song
Until the city's whisper ends
And in the morning, bang on six,
the scars of late post-teenage kicks
are strewn like litter on the breeze
contagious and desired disease
Noise and clutter reign again
business cards and fools campaign
In my town there, familiar screams
till evening's bursting at the seams
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