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| - This place fucking rocks.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't see to much of the place. It was butt-ass crowded, so we were quickly whisked into the VIP lounge.
Mirrored windows, big wood coffin-like doors, a bachelor party with hot men, aaaaand a pajama jam.
Private bar, and new friends with table service- sweetness.
Rock hits- anything from aerosmith to oasis- good for 20-something drunk asses to sing along too, mixed in with some rap stuff....
First thought the next morning: where are my panties? (just kidding, kinda)- no really- LAST NIGHT A DJ SAVED MY LIFE.
Second thought- uh I must be in Egypt, or the Luxor, but I really hope its the Luxor, cuse I only have a $20.
Back to the night, Body English is fucking sweet. If I hadn't taken that last shot of 151 I could probably give you a better explanation of why I will come back here every time I am in Vegas, but I will be back.... that's all that matters.
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