That post-punk haze after a show at Loppen hits different. Fingers still smelling like smoke and leather, and my cunt is absolutely throbbing just thinking about the way the bass vibrated right through my bones. I caught this one guy staring at my tits through my mesh top all night, but I dipped before he could try his luck. Sometimes the best orgasm is the one you give yourself, replaying the rhythm in your head and imagining a thick cock stretching you out just right. The city is humming tonight and so am I.