Ladies and gentlemen, great proofs!

Let's go!

Another smartest man in the world,

groupcasts, takes to the ether

from the salubriest confines

of Bar Lubich, tucked away

in the violent, violent, red-and-district

of sin and lust depravity

and anal August that is West Hollywood

surrounded by nudes and mirrors

and gilt lamps and chandelier

of all manner

and people sitting on velvet couches

that match the walls here,

a burlesque show that will attempt

to take place later in this very evening.

We are at the heart of the bubbling

throbbing epicenter of lava that is West Hollywood.

Last month was anal August

at the Pleasure Trust across the street.

This month I haven't actually read the sign yet

but I'm debing it sex-tember,

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