Highest Ranking - #37 in Paranormal (08/12/2016)
"A demented angel's journey."
Fate, Destiny, Providence, Future, Chance, or whatever you call it. Destiny is always where we hold on to life whenever it's about to go down. Espec...
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Random colored strobe lights were flashing against our bodies. The smell of cigarettes spreading throughout the whole place. I could see how people dance like they were in a frenzy. The women bouncing together with the music didn't care less on men grinding behind their backs. What is amusing with men shoving their bulges up your ass?
The heat was radiating in the whole club and i'm beginning to feel sticky and dirty. It only has been an hour since we arrived in this club called 'Nightcrawl' This was the first time i entered in such a lively and energetic horrible type of place. And by my reaction, You guys can tell how i don't appreciate places like these.
Sasha decided that we should wear dresses, But i refused to. I'm not the type of person who's into revealing types of clothing. She pushed me to wear one since she said that i should loosen up a little, Yet i didn't listen to her. I wear what i want to wear. No one can order me to wear something uncomfortable for my liking.
She's wearing a red tube dress that was too short for her and her make-up consists of what she calls 'the smokey-eye' which is too dusty that she could've been called a panda from afar. She believes it was a nice match to her dress and i just agreed with her because i suppose these styles were what they call 'in' for today's generation.
I'm so sorry if i do live a decade ago. I'm already a grandma.
