"Wait right over here!"
The guys who escorted us from the door came on pretty strong.
We moved to where they pointed without making a fuss, and I started scoping out the surroundings.
"Max, inside looks like the Champions League."
Toraman had done the exact same thing as me and instantly reached a conclusion.
The place wasn't just hot; it was blazing, practically screaming that we were in Hell.
You had to be here to truly say you were living a night of absolute sin.
After being greeted by naked dancers spinning on poles, a few people tangled up on a sofa caught my eye.
On the glass table in front of them, what everyone else gets in grams was piled high in kilos.
As for the booze, heaven and earth were swimming in it; someone danced right past me waving a whiskey bottle.
"Max, these guys are totally crossfaded; they'd blow away if we just breathed on them!"
