So we threw away our cups, and we walked down the street. Long lines came out of both doors.
Razzoo’s attendance packed it out. We had a system where we all held hands. We got through the crowd, finding a spot. The bar stayed as full as the dance floor. Up at the front, women of all backgrounds and colors were flashing their boobs. All we did was laugh. The music was a mix of 90s hip hop, today’s pop and rap charts, and reggaeton. The MC had a guy come upon the stage; he blindfolded him. So then he picked people from the crowd: 3 girls and a guy. So the contest was a lap dance. I fell out laughing at all the contestants. It was all in good fun. The person receiving the lap dances laughed off all of them.
“Woah, that’s my song.” I danced. Jay was holding Indi but was facing us on this cra
