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Miami Beach

Speaking of "Bad Mojo", I can never escape it. We walked dowm on the beach drive and saw the HP beach bash by the ocean drive. Most of the alcohol has run out except for cheap Vodka. There was no ice, either. People seemed very enthusiastic and joyful, however. Steve and I had some shots and that made me out of control for the rest of the night. We left and went to Mango bar. The visual stimulation is beyond my description. The bartenders were all so beautiful in the extremely skin tight clothes. The dancers/singers... it is visual stimulation to its maximum degree.

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