rougy says...

You know, Joe?

I used to envy you, but now I pity the fact that you had to spend so many hours in a dark room filled with degenerates. Yes, pity. You could have told them to put on their clothes...but you didn't. You could have told them that their genital piercings interfered with you strobe lights. But instead you pretended to be a shadow on the wall, a mere fleck of reflection with a bitching camera and a damn good eye.

(did the...did the...did the hot lights make the girls smell like perfume?)

Okay! That's enough!

Just know that somewhere, someplace, some poetic weirdo envies your existence.

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