July 1985
After Sunset, that was the name of the bikini club where I work. It stood in a small, dark corner of Makati that comes to life at night.
The music so loud you'll forget your problem.
Light so colorful you'll wonder if you've found paradise.
We offer entertainment so good that will make you think you're in love.
Eilyf was a regular. He was welcome, but unlike most foreigners, he was not considered as VIP by the club management. He never tables multiple "entertainers"—the title every dancer and waitresses adopted. Each night Eilyf sat on the same table, ordering expensive beers and waits for the same dancer.
Unfortunately, that wasn't me.
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