It was pouring down when we got out of the taxi, the wet asphalt reflecting the club's neon lights as the colours of a spoiled rainbow. It represented the place and my life perfectly; a distorted paradise. Above the entrance, the "7 deadly sins" sign glowed in its usual red, the colour of fire and hell, because make no mistake, whoever had a membership here was on a sure path to
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