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After the little bar, my friend Lisa and I went to this place called Tower Bar which is a dance club with no cover charge. We danc"ed for awhile and finally some Lebanese guy fell in love with Lisa (by the way I am totally being serious he told her she stole his heart). Then I met a guy name Jimmy (of all the french names really) who saved me from this 40 year old creepy guy in a leather jacket who couldnt take a hint for the longest time. Anyway Jimmy kept talking about going to another bar (or so I thought) called the coucou, which is usually used as a kinda of very casual hello, so I was very confused about the meaning of this. Until I figured out that it was in reference to going back to his place, an epiphany that lit a fire under my ass and grabbed Lisa and went home.
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After the little bar, my friend Lisa and I went to this place called Tower Bar which is a dance club with no cover charge. We danc"ed for awhile and finally some Lebanese guy fell in love with Lisa (by the way I am totally being serious he told her she stole his heart). Then I met a guy name Jimmy (of all the french names really) who saved me from this 40 year old creepy guy in a leather jacket who couldnt take a hint for the longest time. Anyway Jimmy kept talking about going to another bar (or so I thought) called the coucou, which is usually used as a kinda of very casual hello, so I was very confused about the meaning of this. Until I figured out that it was in reference to going back to his place, an epiphany that lit a fire under my ass and grabbed Lisa and went home.
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