Hey, dude invasion, just because my loud colors, sparkles and dance moves stand out in your crowd of banality does NOT mean that I am inviting you to invade my personal space. Thank you, though, white hoodie boy (and fellow quirky glasses enthusiast) for respectfully and creatively dancing with me, I’d love to share a dance floor w/ you again in another atmosphere. And, sorry, super cute lesbians, I was NOT trying to steal your girlfriend, only seeking your protection from the dudiest dancefloor in portland.
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