rochester's pearl nightclub is a nice fuckin club from the outside, and unfortunately thats all i saw tonight as i was turned away at the door...being 20 serious sucks balls because it like being in purgatory--a halfway point either to destruction or eternal salvation. and since i live in upstate ny its only good for like 2 things: 1) buying packaged death for cheap at the res and 2) coaxing canadian girls into to sleeping with you. i don't have a need for canadian sexcapades and furthermore id rather get high. the bouncer at the door was hilarious though, he looked like a hollister reject model who used just a bit too much eau de douchebag. what an assbag xD, anyway as i turned to leave in disappointment i saw kid millionaire himself walking right by me. hes super short but super humble as well, i took a photo-op and bought a sweet dim mak tee and went merrily about my way. tonight blew, except for that...goddamn rochester's a sauna full of dead-end jobs, some sick six six this turned out to be :(
xoxo
me and the man himself
ps...check out my boy d-star's production team HOODS UP! they've got some super dope rave/dirty house shit going on...shouts out to BUFFALOOOOOOO!!!
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i did the show at pearl and i am bringing him to buffalo august 22nd it will be 18+
son, that sounds like gettin kicked in the balls.
fuckin a sounds super sweet man i will deffo be in there like swimwear
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