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		<title>Club Girls</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The music pounded hard bass and loud lyrics. I sat in the corner, alone, smoking carelessly. A brown bottle perspired on the table, waiting for my lips. My eyes danced over the grinding and thrusting bodies. The lights were in constant motion, flickering and rotating, giving me only flashes of desires. Here, every Friday, my [...]]]></description>
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