I was very young, very blond and wore the very latest from Milan (extremely fashionable baggy pale blue as opposed to trad tight deep blue Fiorucci jeans, neon yellow t-shirt) so into the Studio 54 I strutted late July 1979. I stayed for an hour as I did not want to waste valuable dancing time in that old people's home posing as a disco. Didn't accept any blowjobs up on the balcony, either. She was sort of pretty in a bland debutante kind of way but her brains seemed to be running down from her nose. Fancy having some of that dribbling on your shaft? No thanks.



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