The Black Cave Discotheque. A faux, concrete, cave-shaped alleyway painted black that leads into a dark club where a table full of white-robed Saudis sit together on one side of the empty room. They look stiff and awkward and surprised that you've stuck your head into their club. Bad Arabic music plays. You back out slowly while almost running into a pair of heavily painted Lebanese whores. Or maybe they're Moroccan. Or Iraqi.
You leave the Black Cave Discotheque unable to explain what you've just seen. You insist to your friends that they have to see it for themselves to possibly comprehend it. They oblige you.
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