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An opera singer serenaded me tonight at the bar. He played with my fingers and hijacked my thighs as the wind from his throat blew the hair from my eyes. And frolicking about the dance floor beside me was a drag queen wearing absolutely nothing but an itty-bitty red bikini-sling, a feather boa, and the most hysterically stolid expression I've ever seen in my life.
And when a drink was spilled down the nape of my neck, three men offered to lick it off.
Oh yes, this is the life.
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