The shooting was actually a fucking mess. I never saw the story board so I was only dependent on the instructions yelled into my ear while this song was being blasted so loud my bottle vibrated. Also, drink prices were way over the quality. I completely understand why they chose to call a drink "RumCoke" instead of "Cuba Libre", because that was just shit and cost 4.5 euros. Another distracting aspect was that the wolf mask, way too small for my face, obscured about 90% of my view and I bumped into every douche in my way. Oh, the douchebags, tons of them.
I had forgotten why I don't go to clubs.
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2 comments:
It's only Cuba Libre if you add lime.
I know that much, yes.
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