Saturday, September 24, 2005

Girls dancing and chanting around purses and half full glasses, I feel like I'm witnessing some bizarre voodoo ritual- centered somewhere around materialism and alcoholism. One voracious short-skirted tribeswoman keeps flicking up her skirt in our direction, some kind of primitive "come-hither" communique. And so we edge closer to the circle of flailing, swaying bodies hoping to catch a glimpse of the cultural link between us and they.

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