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The night was still young so I decided to go into town and sample the nightlife. The taxi dropped me by a pedestrian area that was pulsating with neon and reverberating with a cacophony of music, mostly bass. There were people everywhere; girls in miniskirts and crop tops and boys in shorts and T-shirts, most of them teenagers.
The night was still young so I decided to get dressed and go into town to sample the nightlife. The taxi dropped me by a pedestrian area that was pulsating with neon and reverberating with a cacophony of music, mostly bass. There were people everywhere; girls in miniskirts and crop tops and boys in shorts and T-shirts, most of them teenagers and most of them drunk.


I walked down the street, skirting round the puddles of vomit just taking it all in. They were all there to have a good time and mostly ignored me, probably because I was older and more soberly dressed than the average. Eventually I found a bar with the music was kept down to a bearable volume, managed to snag myself a table and ordered a jug of sangria.
I walked down the street, skirting round the puddles of vomit just taking it all in. They were all there to have a good time and mostly ignored me, probably because I was older and more soberly dressed than the average. Eventually I found a bar with the music was kept down to a bearable volume, managed to snag myself a table and ordered a jug of sangria.

Revision as of 10:34, 15 April 2019

The night was still young so I decided to get dressed and go into town to sample the nightlife. The taxi dropped me by a pedestrian area that was pulsating with neon and reverberating with a cacophony of music, mostly bass. There were people everywhere; girls in miniskirts and crop tops and boys in shorts and T-shirts, most of them teenagers and most of them drunk.

I walked down the street, skirting round the puddles of vomit just taking it all in. They were all there to have a good time and mostly ignored me, probably because I was older and more soberly dressed than the average. Eventually I found a bar with the music was kept down to a bearable volume, managed to snag myself a table and ordered a jug of sangria.

Pick up a jailbait teen

Stumble on an illegal sex club

Get bored and go back to my hotel alone