| Comment | The Shack- a sacred temple upon the ascent of Bath Street.
Who could forget the thrill of conquering the sandstone steps, before entering the captivating hallowed structure? The anticipation of the night ahead, with endless possibilities and opportunities at your fingertips.
Nights of decadence, liquor and music.
Thousands of beautiful young people, their honey kissed skin laced with delicate beads of sweat, dancing together under one roof, together as one with one soul.
A melting pot of five pound H&M tops and Burton shirts.
Those were truly the glory days my friend. |
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