Underneath the flashing lights and loud garish music, fake eyelashes, the eyeshadow and blush and lipstick, underneath the implants and the botox, and the endless string of nights equally as grand and empty as each of the nights before, followed by the even later drinks with the ice that's a little too metallic tasting, and cigarettes just a little too bitter, underneath all of it, is a person that really was just looking for the same simple pleasures I was looking for. But for now, we stand on opposite sides of this velvet rope, left contemplating how our lives lead us to the unique monotony that has driven us together.
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