There's a load of stuff for sale in here and there's nobody around who hasn't taken something and I've been to the toilets and taken an LSD stamp and the effect of the trip comes after twenty minutes and I've lost the guys in a sort of eddy of arms and legs that has suddenly opened in the wall and sucked them all in... I can smell an intense whiff of incense, but I don't think it's real and now I don't know where I am and I find myself wandering in the infinite and chaotic corridors of the discotheque-labyrinth and I've never seen so many people in one place... This place is a trip in itself and after the LSD you can't even imagine it... the corridors go on and on as if they never end and the bodies of the girls melt into each other and I am walking downhill and the slope is increasing and now I'm walking upright and my ears are muffled and the music is incessant and my forehead is boiling and suddenly the walls of the corridor literally melt and it starts to snow...
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
General FictionIf you're looking for a gripping read, look no further than "Last Cuba Libre". Meet Jessica, who's a bit of a slag. Claudio, who rocks designer threads and snorts lots of cocaine. Then there's Tony, cruising in his Porsche, leaving a trail of broken...
