I'm clubbing like this is my last night on Earth, but I think that's just the way my mind avoids thinking about the hangover to come. The music moves me like I'm a puppet on strings, my head mashing so hard my brain is in shut down mode. There's so much sweat on my skin and not all of it's mine. The strobe masks so many of my movements, every clap of my hands like it's on pause at different moments. Tomorrow they'll be hell to pay but tonight the alcohol keeps on flowing in like it's on IV drip.
Day | Members | Gain | % Gain |
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July 18, 2024 | 129 | 0 | 0.0% |
April 22, 2024 | 129 | 0 | 0.0% |
February 11, 2024 | 129 | 0 | 0.0% |
December 28, 2023 | 129 | 0 | 0.0% |
November 14, 2023 | 129 | 0 | 0.0% |
October 14, 2023 | 129 | 0 | 0.0% |