It was a dark and stormy night...
I had a glass of vodka at my elbow, and a motley group in front of me. The dames were fiesty, and I had to give them credit for those dresses they were wearing. It was dresses like those that could drive a jaded old bastard to insanity. The fellas were a dodgy pair, and looked about as nervous as long-tailed cats in a room of rocking chairs
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