An exquisite room held throngs of people, drinking and laughing. In another room men gambled their money away merrily. The pianist played a merry tune and a sensual women sang 'Santa Claus Got Stuck In My Chimney' and men drank whiskey while chatting to beautiful women wearing feather boas and skimpy dresses.
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{2} never alone.
Poetry"...we're hopelessly complicated and beautifully entwined, maybe we're ignorantly emancipated and selfishly try to prove it wrong..." lowercase intended.
