Stomp, stomp, stomp, went the boots. Swirl, swirl, undulate the girls on the pole. It was a good night at Das Bunker. E and J were late but I met M and K -- some old friends from way back in the days of Antiquity and Noire. We talked about mortgages and life insurance like old fogies. It was oddly soothing.
Just a few tunes here. Seven to ten seems
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