Everyone, I mean everyone loves open night Fridays at Funky munky pub.
It’s something to look forward to, loud music, pure unadulterated ale, lovely ladies with no strings attached. Different shapes and sizes to please everyone’s appetite.
There was no need for prolonged chats or engaging conversations to source out a prime partner, everything is said with a sly look here and a hand rub there. Effective communication and satisfaction guaranteed.
I asked for Nicola next Open Friday night, no one answered.
But I couldn’t shake Nicola’s sultry eyes, so I pressed further. Frankie said she was in the chimney. That wasn’t any better, so I asked about the other girls he said they were in the recycle, they hadn’t tried to make personal contact with the client. He said to relax the green blinds were up on the left window so we would get fresh stock tonight.
Open Friday nights were spectacular, the preserve of Funky munky patrons. No one gets to know.
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