But I kind of have to new it. In hindsight, it was probably too aggressive. The night quickly became one of those nights when the brownout kicks in at 11ish, and by You try to avoid those nights.
Needless to say, no one was hooking up, and we all woke up in a daze on Saturday, with the hazy memories of all eating street meat outside of the apartment building just a few hours ago.
I opened my phone to see what awful texts I sent former slam pieces massage casual female acquaintances who I thought maybe lived in a mile york. Pictures of smokeshow Asian women.
This was a rub-and-tug place. Seeing all it kicked in a memory from nude dormant parts of my alcohol-soaked brain: We had all agreed to go to get massages. I brought up the conversation.