I feel now I want Astral and the Carnival club again; isn’t that perverse?! I want to sit in Astral in shorts, with big breast girl in white top and purple thong on screen. I want to sit in Carnival with black-haired Amazonian with green-tattooed arse on stage. I want to go back up Brewer Street stairway to those warm lamplit rooms. Monday or Thursday. If Monday is dark, go Monday as well. Last week of darkness.
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