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It is 1994, and for reasons I cannot explain, I am drunk off my nut with my buddy and my sister at an abandon hotel formerly owned by Meyer Lansky, drinking 15 year old rum, and dancing with a girl who's skin smells like sugar in front of a makeshift DJ stand. A Cuban kick boxer who is making huge efforts to get my sisters attention assures me that I can sleep with this girl if I want. But I'm not interested in sleeping with a working girl, and I dance with her and drink and laugh. But the night winds down, and she asks me 'where I am going', and I say, 'home'. Then I ask her If I can get her a ride home, and she says yes, and that a ride home is $20USD, and I smile and say, 'OK'. We are drunk, and she laughs, and pulls me close and kisses me on the cheek. The party is breaking up, and while we are dancing, I slip $20 into her hand. People are making there way out, and our party meets up at the door. She kisses me again, and puts her arms around my neck, and kisses me on the neck a few times to make sure I don't want to go home with her, and despite the fact that I would like to do nothing more on the planet than go home with her, I smile, kiss her back, and say in my pidgin Spanish, 'good night beauty'.

True dat.