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After a few hours, my friend and I decided it would be smart to leave. I went to get our other friend, who was across the room, staring at a dancer. I practically broke him from a spell. "I'm glad you you came and got me," he told me later. It's easy to go through a lot of dollars here. Later, when we were in a non-topless bar—which takes its own getting used to, like readjusting to dry land after getting your sea legs—we compared how much money we spent. My tab ran slightly more than half of theirs: just about $60. "Well, you had some beers," my friend explained, breaking it down. "And you gave $25 to asses."
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