He didn’t like it.
He liked the music at first, which featured Paul van Dyk and other music I only vaguely recognized, but once the DJ settled in and started playing crappy gay dance music, he concurred with my original assessment, what I'd told him before — that's the ambiance is cheesy and mainly for old punters.
Since I don’t know where we are right now, and I have no idea where we’re going . . .
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