There was this bar at the hotel called Desires. Totally sketchy. It was kindof a sports bar, kindof a disco (seriously-it was decked out in disco decor), and kindof like hanging out in your friend's basement when you were younger. It had the faint scent of feet. We actually hung out there more often than one would think.
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I love bars that smell like feet. Those are the only ones that I go to.
Me too! Must run in the family!
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