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But then, as I often do, I began to reconsider my almost always initial internal reaction to everything, saying no. Georgi had lived two years, while at an American college, in Madrid and I know he was dying to go back. Suddenly David’s Facebook photos of hooker-looking friends in Jeremy Scott for Adidas and overly-muscular bodies, an initial turn-off, became a turn-on. I love David’s influence on me. He’s made me appreciate all over again the style and glamour of nightclubs, hookers, go-go dancers, and nightlife culture. I thought it was dead in NYC. I thought drugs had killed it. But, no, it was there. I had just traded in a yuppy lifestyle of Michelin-starred meals and weekends upstate. David’s allowed me to see, that in ever small doses, much fun exists in the world after dark.