A night out

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I was curious so I went to this new opened club.

Instead of music there was some kind of idiotic and undifferentiated vile noise. I took a drink and looked around with unprejudiced eyes. It was so blatant: No one had fun. Yet everyone feigned to be ecstatic. Overjoyed. On Facebook of course,

What a fauna: guys with nonsensical haircuts, expensive shirts, but empty glances; women with disgracefully bare thighs, bloated boobs and ripped pants…Their femininity was as fictitious as their lips, their fake eyelashes and their absurdly high-flown demeanour.

Fake, fake, fake…that´s the name of the game. A huge parade of zealous wankers.

I went away a quarter later. With the distinct feeling that I´d had a bad dream.

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A night out

I was curious so I went to this new opened club.

Instead of music there was some kind of idiotic and undifferentiated vile noise. I took a drink and looked around with unprejudiced eyes. It was so blatant: No one had fun. Yet everyone feigned to be ecstatic. Overjoyed. On Facebook of course,

What a fauna: guys with nonsensical haircuts, expensive shirts, but empty glances; women with disgracefully bare thighs, bloated boobs and ripped pants…Their femininity was as fictitious as their lips, their fake eyelashes and their absurdly high-flown demeanour.

Fake, fake, fake…that´s the name of the game. A huge parade of zealous wankers.

I went away a quarter later. With the distinct feeling that I´d had a bad dream.

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A night out

I was curious so I went to this new opened club.

Instead of music there was some kind of idiotic and undifferentiated vile noise. I took a drink and looked around with unprejudiced eyes. It was so blatant: No one had fun. Yet everyone feigned to be ecstatic. Overjoyed. On Facebook of course,

What a fauna: guys with nonsensical haircuts, expensive shirts, but empty glances; women with disgracefully bare thighs, bloated boobs and ripped pants…Their femininity was as fictitious as their lips, their fake eyelashes and their absurdly high-flown demeanour.

Fake, fake, fake…that´s the name of the game. A huge parade of zealous wankers.

I went away a quarter later. With the distinct feeling that I´d had a bad dream.

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